A day or three later the feral molly sat outside the shed, sunning herself, and through maneuvering I found out that she had removed her kittens from the bucket and placed them in the dirt on the floor, where the ants and the lice live and where
the old shit is ankle high. I found a blanket and folded it and covered a patch of the floor, in the hopes that the little family would stay on the blanket. That did not happen. The kittens rolled about in the dirt and more often the mom was not there.
So, one day when the kittens were maybe 2 weeks old I entered the shed when the mom was not there and picked one of them up. It was filthy and its eyes were glued shut with crust. I took the kitten to the sink in the other end of the yard and washed its eyes and removed the crust entirely and washed its face - and then I returned the kitten to the filth of the shed and then I cleaned the other two also.
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