Walking to the car from my Dad’s last night, Houseman tells the kids “Look under the car, I think I saw something.”
Zoltarb, whose not a poopy-head like his sister, gets on his hands and knees in the snow and announces. “It’s a little kitty.”
After twenty minutes of trying to entice the cat out of our wheel well by calling to it, poking at it with a stick and offering it gum (we were desperate!), we were reduced to tossing snowballs at it. It finally runs from under our car --under another car across the street.
“O.K., lets go.” says Houseman.
Yeah, right.
Another twenty minutes of chasing the tiny little grey furball back and forth across the busy street, we finally catch it-- to the amusement of some kids who were having a snowball fight in their front yard, but were now much more entertained by me and my kids being outwitted by a kitten. The kids inform us that the cat just showed up on the street about a week ago.
I reassure my husband as we pile into the car with our tiny, shivering, yowling bundle that I’ll find him a nice home.
Just back from the vet’s. He’s about 4 weeks old. No mites, but he’s got some flea dirt on him. It’s gonna be a bitch keeping Plunkette, our supercilious 2 year old cat, out of my bedroom for three weeks-- that’s when the vet says kitty will be big enough to be tested for leukemia and AIDS.
Besides that, little Camry seems to be fine. And he’s found himself a nice home too. Sorry Houseman.
Ooh- a kitten. Congrats to you. I found my Hanna back in August. 4 weeks is young, Hanna was 9-10 weeks when I found her (or, to be more specific, she found us).
I have 2 older cats too, the quarantine wasn’t too bad. When she was OK’d to be out with them, my old neutered male cat took the kitten under his care and now they are good friends.
I’m still having a little problem with the kids (and their parents?) that knew there was a tiny little kitty shivering in the cold on their street for a week without doing anything about it, but letting that go, I’m very happy that little Camry has a new, warm home. Good thing you didn’t just drive away, eh?
Oh, what a tiny kitten! I’m so glad he’s found his way into a nice home.
I found my Emily when she was just 8 weeks old. I was living in a rural area at the time, but there wasn’t any farms with cats nearby, so I think somebody just took her out to the country and dumped her. She’s 5 months now, and is happy as a bug, and getting in all sorts of trouble (seen here wrecking havoc on a library book.)
About 18+ years ago, I was making the big move out to AZ, via an old boyfriend’s place in TX (that’s another story). There in TX, I found a sad, sick abandoned little kitten, about 4 weeks old… eyes all infected and her whole body covered in fly eggs. We had had a really bad “gully-washer” (people there called it that) the night before and she had apparently rolled down a hill behind the motel where I was staying and smacked into a retaining wall. That’s where she was found the next morning. Poor little thing. I took her to the vet, got some bitch’s milk and a doll’s baby bottle to feed her, some medication for the eye infection and shampoo for the fly eggs. She survived and turned out to be the very best cat in the world. She died many years of love later. My world would have been diminished without her.
Best of everything to you with your new family member! >^…^<
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