We are currently in the midst of a kitten crisis at my house. Well, at least my cats think it's a crisis. A pair of grey kittens set up housekeeping under the kitchen deck a few days ago, and one of them looks something like this:
(For size reference, the thing sticking up behind the pink gas can is one of my boots.) The other one is slightly smaller and more shy, but they both have made mad dashes through the kitchen door to swipe a mouthful of cat food and then run back out.
Catsby isn't sure what to make of them. He manages a half-hearted hiss from time to time, but mostly seems perplexed. Calypso, on the other hand, is thoroughly intimidated by these tiny terrors, despite the fact that she outweighs both of them combined.
I'll call the local animal control and humane society tomorrow, but I suspect they'll tell me that I'll have to catch the kittens myself to bring them in. For now they're getting fed and watered so my cats can eat in peace.