Safe In Your Mother’s Arms

Some dirtbags had all four of their Pits and Italian Mastiff Pitts in the waiting room as I brought the kitten in today.  Well, gut instinct, mine, is so amazing I stand in awe of it at times when it comes to judging situations.

Went out to have a cig and had kitten swaddled in pink fuzzy blanket in my left hand.  That Pitt boy had a dangerous glint in his eye.  The teenager let his leash go and he made a beeline for the carrier in the waiting room.  Outside, I heard the commotion. He took the grate clean off.  The contents spilled on the animal hospital floor.  Snugglesafe & blankets. Not on my watch. She was safe & warm in her mother’s arms. Pics on the way.