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I saw them running around in the middle of the road and I was sure they'd get squished.  There were three of them on the street, with two hiding in the bamboo.  Only these three would approach to check me out.  The other two were skittish and ran deeper into the brush. I checked at Hirano Store to see if they belonged to an employee's family (their house is the closest to where I found them) and was told that they are not too happy with the cats they have, let alone a new batch.  One car stopped as I was gathering them up and the driver suggested they were probably dumped there.  A boy on a bike said he had seen them around the road the past few days.  Their mommy was nowhere to be seen.  Usually, if babies are meowing, she'll come out.  No mommy.  They look old enough to be weened.  So, I brought these three babies home.  I don't think I can handle all of them.  Three more kitties would be a challenge in our elderly critter household.  The big cats aren't too keen to have them here.  But here they are. I went back to look for the remaining two.  I spotted a can of food someone had left, which leads me to think that they were strays and someone has been feeding them.  I left them some food, too and will be back tomorrow to search.  I'm hoping to talk my neighbor into taking one, and maybe one or two can go to the winery.  We could use a couple of kitties up there.  They seem healthy and are playful and cuddly and adorable.  As you can probably tell, I'm already falling in love with them.
There was an accident on Highway 11 going south this afternoon, which had traffic backed up from Kea'au all the way to Hilo.  I  hung out at borders for an extra half hour after doing my shopping, then crept home.

The kitties are sleeping now.  

A hui hou.  Aloha!

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