My turn.
Last weekend some inbred redneck with three teeth in his head dumped two kittens off. I live on a remote road outside of town. Not completely country, but getting there. I tried all week to capture them, but overnight Tuesday, one of them disappeared. Could have been a coyote, but most likely was a bird of prey: hawk or owl.
Anyhow, yesterday I managed to capture the surviving kitty. Just weaned, probably five weeks old. She's traumatized, but safe now. Anyway, I have no idea what to do with her. I have my hands full with Little Maximus and Priscilla.
She's not afraid of Max indicating the redneck had at least one dog. Which means that come Spring, Cletus will be dumping a litter of puppies on my road.
Hooray for irresponsible white trash!