The local rescue, the Catty Shack, is at it's max capacity (and then some), another foster just took in 3 kittens & the other foster currently has 3 kittens. There wasn't much solution but for the next 24 hours we put our heads together & came up with a plan so that they would be taken care of medically. Arrangements were sorta made with her through phone calls & email. It was decided I would pick them up & transport them to the Catty Shack barn for treatment. Hours before we were to meet up the "founder" of the kittens informs us that she only has 2. . . Gulp. Oh no. But no, it's not what you're thinking, the boy with the worbels is "fine" from what we know but her mother decided to take him & take care of him though having NO clue what to do. Now we're relying on them to make sure he's seen by a vet & getting proper care. Not something we like to put in the hands of others, especially inexperienced folk. Most likely, we'll get yet another call. Either to say he's too much work, getting sicker or he passed away, though I doubt we'll even get that call if that's what this comes to.
By email we advised the lady that we should take all 3 to be checked out, it would save them on cost plus the kittens could stay together for now. I was to hear back from her about meeting up after 8:00 tonight. It's 9:13 pm. Not a word. So yet another day goes by with sick kittens not being properly treated in this "EMERGENCY" situation.
So frustrating.
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