The Shed

April 2013 was unusually cold in the Philadelphia area. It was a Sunday. My husband was doing a bit of work outside when he discovered two tiny kittens in the old shed in the back of our yard, which was now owned by squirrels. The floor of the shed was covered with walnuts. The kittens were tucked away in the corner, shivering together, trying to keep warm.

 AWW! My girls and I were delighted. Kittens! Let's bring them in! Oh. Wait. These are tiny babies. They are still nursing, but where is Mama cat? We stepped away and carefully watched from a distance all day long. No Mama cat. Maybe something happened to her. We worried about the kittens and Mama overnight, agonizing over what we should do.