Yesterday morning Daddy Kiril was sitting at the computer, with Elvira, watching as she worked on the Carnival of the Cats and I was napping...when a knock came at the door.
A worker at our apartment complex had something he wanted daddy to see.
He said he thought of us because he knew of Elvira and I and believed we and daddy could help.
Daddy stood there, stunned...but only for a moment; he bent down to look at the little bundles of energy, too young to realize the gravity of their situation and knew what he had to do.
He got the kittens into the carrier and asked the man the obvious question...
Where the heck did you find them?
The man said he was walking by a wall, at a building in another part of the complex, when he heard tiny cries from within.
He busted a hole in the wall and pulled out the 3 kittens, uninjured, frightened and hungry.
The next obvious question was...
How in the world???
It took great patience on daddy's part, but he eventually got the story out of the babies.
When you see the full photo of this spot and realize what happened...you, like us, will wonder how they survived and how many of their , combined, 27 lives were used up to do so.
Amazing, simply amazing...