So I didn’t have time to clean out the spare bedroom. My roommate left me with a nearly-empty spare room when they skipped out on the rent. So for now the fluff family can stay in my bathtub. Apparently the mama fluffy hissed under her breath “wawa bad fo fwuffies…” When I turned to ask her what she said, she immediately shrank from me and kept her head down.
I put the blanket that they were found with down. The scared dam immediately grabbed her ‘lastest baby’ by the neck and hid them both under the shelter of the fabric. The ‘big babbeh’ (Good Grief, they need names) started complaining about ‘tummeh owies’.
There was some leftover kibble from my jerk ex-roommate’s dog. That’s good enough for fluffies, right?
Judging by their reaction to you they were probably hurt by other humans so they’re both scared and untrusting of humans. Just keep giving them food and water while they get used to having a home.