New father Arris Poulos passes out when he meets his triplets for the first time in New York City in 1946. Credit: jsk.colorization
awwww, poor doggies and fireworks. Outside cats too.
I’m staying home this evening to make sure my little animal family isn’t too scared. I’m really glad mama cat and Winter are not outside any more.
I put the suggestion out there with a couple rescues and that lady that told me about the two Mama cats at her apartment, one of which is in my upstairs bathroom, to let her know I have seven nursing nipples available. If there’s any orphaned cats, we could see if this mama would accept them.
And then I could send them off to Connecticut as Winter’s siblings. They’re not going to do a DNA test, and the more saved, the better. I think that would be a good thing to do in Avalanche’s honor.