On my way in from my car after work tonight I heard tiny kitten crying. I found the source. She was curled up on the stairs next to a house that I know recently had kittens. (They'd taken in a stray who got herself knocked up. We'd been trying to help find homes for those little ones.) Naturally my first thought was "Oops! Looks like they lost someone!"
So I knocked on the door. But it turns out all theirs were accounted for. So I cuddled with her for a little longer, only to discover that "ACK!" she's covered in fleas! I didn't want to go in the house because the dog would assume I'd let him out of the cage, and I didn't want to give him fleas... So I waited for Mydogfarted.
We put her back where I got her and observed for a while. Meanwhile we plotted a course of action.
A quick run to the store and we're stocked for taking care of her. In fact, when I mentioned it to the guy who's house it was, he said he thought there were three of them. So we stocked up enough for three.
Didn't even get back to the house and we caught two, both black, one male one female. Put them in the carrier and brought them back to our bathroom. We went back out to see about the third. (We left a plate of food out when we took the other two) MDF, with his mad scruffing skills managed to catch the third, this one a tabby, and we brought him home too.
We flea bathed everyone and dosed them with flea meds. (I checked the gums of the tabby, he was anemic from the bloodsucking bastards)
Right now the three of them are chilling in the bathroom, we set up a litter and a cuddle box (a shoebox lined with 6 dollar store face cloths).
In about an hour I'm going up there armed with a fine toothed comb to comb the dead fleas off whoever will sit still for me.
We really don't have room for them in our bathroom, but I certainly feel like I've done a good deed today.