Yes, that is a picture of three kittens — actually, there were four — trapped out back of Rancho LawDog.
What may not be apparent, is that they are in a dumpster. A dumpster, I might add, that had enough raw garbage in it to be foul to the point of nausea, but not enough for the kittens to get their fuzzy little arses out.
Did you know that if you climb into a dumpster full of kittens, the little ingrates will turn into furry ping-pong balls?
And, if they’ve been in the dumpster long enough, when they’re ricocheting off the rotting trash, the walls of the dumpster — and your leg — they’ll splatter enough offal about your person to cause your dogs to back up and sneeze when you walk into the house?
Now you do. And knowing is half the battle.
Sprayed garbage juice all over my boots, my arms, my shirt — my favorite pair of linen slacks, damn it — and then high-tailed it into the bush without so much as a, “Thanks, mister!”
Ungrateful little hairballs.
Someone once informed me that cats were actually just as smart as dogs, if not more so.
Chris found one kitten in the dumpster yesterday. One. Today he finds four. Four.
They ain’t learning, folks. Hell, at this rate we’ll have the whole buggering kindle in there tomorrow.
Pfagh. I’m for the shower.