12 Kittens and a Wolf

I’m outnumbered. There are twelve kittens tumbling about the guesthouse, climbing up trouser legs, chewing on cables, and typing secret cat messages on computer keyboards. It all started with a harmless litter of five. They were cute. Manageable.

Then yesterday the guesthouse manager brought home two weak and emaciated ginger kittens he’d found in a parking lot. After some initial resistance, Mother Cat adopted them – even cuter. But today he discovered another litter of five on the guesthouse property. And tonight, just as one of the French contingent was complaining that we needed more variety in our menagerie, the Afghan guesthouse owner dropped off a wolf cub he’d found on his property in Panshir.

Enough! The kittens had better not start disappearing. Because if it’s down to the kittens or the wolf, I’m squarely on the side of the kittens. They, at least, will not grow up with the capacity to tear my throat out. It’s selfish of me, no doubt, but I don’t want to be a chew toy.

However, the wolf cub presents a real quandary. The Kabul zoo is a nightmare and out of the question. Releasing him to the wild? How? When? I do not see a happy ending to this story.

Anyone want an Afghan kitten?