So the call came in...and my response must have sounded like the limo driver in the Dave Chapelle Baby on the Corner routine: Hmmm, uh, huh, um hmmm...WHAT! WHAT??
Hold on, I'll be right there!
Actually, the young man brought the kittens to me, three very much alive and two not. With super-loud music playing...sweet and clueless. Poor things, all.
The caller had moved a car, and when she started to tow it, a cat jumped out. When she got the car home, she found the kittens in it.
So the agony: how to find the mother and re-unite the family. Her milk could get impacted, infected, and kill her, worst case. The emotional damage...well, just consider. How could she ever find her babies? How awful.
Now the good part. The babies were within a day or so the same age as the mother I had!! What are the odds!? I immediately put the babies in with Mother Marcella and her fat five...in the photo above. She was not fazed. They started to scramble for nipples...WOW!!!
But I didn't know how long the new three had been without food, so I weighed them, got the right amount of KMR (kitten milk replacer) into them via tube (accurate and fast) one by one, and put them back.