During her commute to work, a nurse from Essex, England, stumbled upon a discarded suitcase on the sidewalk. Her curiosity piqued, she decided to take a closer look, leading to an unexpected revelation! Inside the suitcase, nestled within some foliage, were 15 kittens, each just three to five weeks old.
The bag had been deliberately punctured with holes to allow air in, indicating that whoever left the kittens behind wanted them to survive. Notably, the suitcase was abandoned right next to a prominent animal rescue facility.
The nurse quickly reached out for assistance from Alison Gamble, a staff member at the shelter. After examining the kittens, Alison expressed her relief at their condition, noting: “They are in good shape, though it’s evident they have been separated from their mother”.
Since the kittens were still nursing, they required feeding from humans to avoid nutritional deficiencies. Fortunately, the dedicated team at the shelter is prepared to care for these 15 little ones until they can find permanent homes. At this stage, the kittens are too young and fragile to be released.
“Six of them are showing signs of eye infections, while the others seem generally healthy, but we will continue to monitor them closely to ensure they remain well”, Alison added. Check out the video below to hear the full story of these fortunate kittens!
My neighbor pelted my car with eggs because he claimed it obstructed the view of his Halloween decorations
When sleep-deprived mom Genevieve discovers her car covered in eggs, she thinks it’s a prank — until her smug neighbor Brad admits he did it because her car was ruining the view of his elaborate Halloween display. Furious but too exhausted to argue, Genevieve vows to teach him a lesson.
I was bone-tired, the kind of tired where you can barely remember if you’ve brushed your teeth or fed the dog.
My days had become a blur since the twins were born.
Don’t get me wrong, Lily and Lucas were my adorable darlings, but wrangling two newborns mostly by myself was a Herculean task. I hadn’t slept a full night in months. Halloween was just around the corner and the neighborhood buzzed with excitement, but not me.
I could hardly muster the energy to decorate, let alone keep up with the suburban festivities.
Then there was Brad.
The man took Halloween so seriously that you’d think his life depended on it. Every year, he turned his house into a haunted carnival complete with gravestones, dioramas of skeletons, huge jack-o’-lanterns, the works.
And the smug look on his face every time someone complimented him? Please.
His spectacle enamored the entire block. But me? I was too busy trying to keep my eyes open to care about Brad’s ridiculous haunted house.
It was a typical October morning when everything started to unravel.
I shuffled outside with Lily on one hip and Lucas cradled in my arm. I blinked at the sight before me. Somebody had egged my car! Broken bits of shell were stuck in the semi-congealed goo, which was dripping down the windshield like some twisted breakfast special.
“Are you kidding me?” I muttered, staring at the mess.
I had parked in front of Brad’s house the night before. It’s not like I had much choice. The twins’ stroller was impossible to push all the way from down the street, so I’d parked close to our door.
At first, I thought it had to be a prank. But when I noticed the egg splatters reached all the way to Brad’s front porch, my suspicion turned into certainty.
This had Brad written all over it.
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