So my roommates and I have noticed sad, pathetic mewing sounds coming from our basement lately, ranging from squeeze-toy-like squeaking to forlorn baby cat cries. After some investigation, we found that the mother cat was coming and going through a hole in a grate leading to our basement, but the baby kitties had no way of getting out and just spent the whole day mewing. We were getting pretty concerned that one day they would just die, and then the place would start to stink, so we called the super a couple times to have him come over and investigate.

Well today I got back from a run and Lindsay told me that she had gone down to the basement and seen a tiny kitty laying on the basement floor - he must have fallen from the crevice between the basement ceiling and our floorboards where he had been living. Ack! Then the super buzzed and I let him in, and he went down to take care of the kitties.

A couple minutes later, he brought one up in a box: (click to enlarge)

 
 

It was so adorable and sad, mewing constantly and trying to walk on his little legs :( Then Lindsay asked the super if he was going to call the SPCA and he said we could call if we wanted to, but we didn't want to take the cat into the apartment and have it mewing all night long. So he said he was going to take it to a cat lady who lived down the street... but I'm pretty sure he took it and put it to death somewhere. :*(

Rest in peace, cat-baby.