Earlier this spring, my Kansas City grandchildren discovered baby kittens in distress. Mother cat had put them in an old milk can in the barn. Overnight rain had drenched them; the babies were covered with rust and filth and were not long for this world. The rescuers sprang into action, bathing them, drying with a hair dryer and wrapping in towels on a heating pad! Their mother found them, clean and fresh, in a box with old towels near their original location. She sniffed them disdainfully and moved them to a better spot in the hay.
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