I always assumed that the boys (Finn and Toby) were local rescues, but Nay! I was wrong! Apparently the local rescues get snatched up right quick, and since it's not quite "kitten season" locally, my wonderful rescue Cause 4 Paws went out of state to find kill shelters to rescue beebees from who otherwise would have been doomed, DOOMED, I tell you! And no one wants that.
So I thought "Oh, well, then it must be a Lulu situation, where they found them in Brooklyn or somewhere in New York (Lu is a Brooklyn girl, no wonder she's so tough) but NAY! The North Shore Animal League and other wonderful rescues in NYC take care of that. So where did my beautiful boys come from? Who would drop off newborns at a kill shelter? (Animal overpopulation is a heinous problem, people, spay and neuter! Okay, off soapbox) So where did they find my Phineas and Tobias?
I'll say that again. KENTUCKY.
This is certainly not a slight against Kentucky, I'm sure it's a lovely place, but I didn't expect THAT. Had I known, I would have perhaps called them Bo and Luke Duke, or something more befitting the Southern gentlemen that they are, but I had no idea until well into my visit with Toby. So here's how awesome my rescue is: The local Kentucky rescue, who were overwhelmed with cats at the time, called Cause 4 Paws, and met them halfway across Pennsylvania to give them two litters of kittens. And in one litter was Finn, and the teensy litter of tiny babies had Toby! I have Southern boys!
Now I have lived in the South, in beautiful and historic Savannah GA, and I'll tell you what. Those boys down there are polite. At least to women they are. So Phineas and Tobias will be brought up to have kitty MANNERS and call Lulu "Ma'am" and maybe I'll get them little hats that they can tip at visitors and big belt buckles for collars.
I'M KIDDING, PEOPLE. PLEASE CLOSE THE EMAIL WINDOW. I AM KIDDING.
They're kittens. They're going to wreak havoc. They're going to destroy my perfectly clean house and get into everything and wreck anything in their path and they're NOT going to have any manners, Southern or otherwise, because they're kittens for the love of Buddha's underpants. I'm a moron, but I'm not STUPID.
Anyway, I'm hoping to visit them this weekend, and see how they're coming along, and I'll take a bajillion photos and force said photos upon all of you, because that's just how I roll around these parts, and you will look and say "awwwwwwwwwwwwww" and then you will go to YOUR local rescue and make a donation to them if you can, won't you? And if you can't, don't feel bad, times are really tough, you don't have to tell ME, I KNOW, but if you're rolling in dough, maybe think of the cats and doggies that didn't ask to be part of overpopulation? Because if I see that geedee ASPCA ad with the shelter pets and Sarah McLachlan warbling in the background one more time, they're going to have a room at the bin with my name gold plated on it, because seriously people, I cannot handle that ad.
I've gotten off topic. Time to go! Have a great Friday, my precious little squirrels!