But, she has milk bags, either forming as in about to give birth, or, as in just gave birth.
I don't know which. Two days ago, she was still pregnant. But I don't know now.
If she had kittens, they are under that apartment, where her feeder used to live, before she was evicted and left them, with a last glance and no attempts to find them somewhere else to call home or even to get them fixed. That's cold!
I have no way to get under there to look. I left a message with the manager, but he is not one to take command and get something done.
Especially not to save one or two day old kittens.
Same tenants who fed these cats helped a previous manager trap over a dozen and dump them behind Home Depot. Why would people feed cats then help dump them and also claim they care about them? My soul wants to bleed sometimes. We could behave better towards the animals.
I have nowhere to get her fixed quickly. That way I'd know--lactating or still pregnant.
So I do what I can do. That's it. I'm exhausted.
|Gidget, the smaller black tux female.|