God Sends Angel's For Animals To

In April of 2010 a small grey and white cat showed up at our door.I thought she was a kitten because she was so tiny. I assume someone dumped her in the neighborhod as she was friendly, not shy and ate the cat food on the porch right away. Later we discovered she was pregnant and she had her first litter Memorial Day weekend. I made numerous phone calls to find help or homes for the kittens, but it was "kitten season" and no one wanted these babies. I made flyers advertising free kittens. I offered to provide a free kitten kit with a litter box, food and pet dish. No answers and no phone calls came in. After struggling to get help with Oreo's (this is momma cat's name, named by the neighborhood kids)first litter of kittens I felt anxious about finding help for her third litter (Neighbors cared for her second and are uncertain of what happened to them).
With prayers and hope the Jessamine Humane Society has taken these new babies in. All six sweet little fury, blue eyed babies are safe now. Oreo is in good hands as well. Weird enough I mourned for them yesterday. Wandering round the house peering out the window where they would play. I miss them, but I thank God that he sent Angel's to rescue them and give them a chance to live life. God sends Angel's for animals to! For anyone interested in following their story visit http://kittenlibrarian.blogspot.com.

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