The Kitten Welfare State

A few weeks ago, I heard a small squeaking noise in my back bedroom, which is piled high with boxes of old clothes, obsolete computers, books and art supplies.

I moved some debris, and found the source: the squeaking was coming from one of three kittens who had, unbeknownst to me, been born back there.

They are now beginning to explore the house:







As soon as they're old enough to get new homes, I'll be too attached to them to let them go.