I was laying in bed, when I heard some meowing. I thought my giagantic black cat, Sputnik, was just being wierd. But then I looked over and saw that Sputs wasn’t meowing at al.
So I open my door. There, looking up at me, was the ugliest little gray kitten imagineable. He’s so cute! His body is light grey, but his face and feet are dark grey. He looks to be around six weeks old.
I put up some “lost kitten” signs, and since we are one a busy street, I’m sure whoever lost him will find him. If we don’t find the owner (It seems like he might have just been abandon) then we’ll try to adopt him out. He’s so cute I’m sure someone will want him.
Heh. I guess those were “found kitten” signs. Anyway, if I had lost Sputnik during kittenhood, I would have been crushed. I hope theres not some little kid out there asking his mommy where the kitten went.
My big cat keeps giving little cat the evil eye. He trails him by about two feet, and hisses calmly whenever the kitten gets to close. Considering how…pocessive…my big cat can be, I gotta think that is a positive response. Kitten could care less about big cat. He’s just frolicing around the house like he owns the place.
Awww…Now Sputnik is sleeping in his chair and the kitten is sleeping at the foot of the chair (after Sputnik explained to kitten pretty clearly that he wasn’t allowed up). SO CUTE!
If the boyfriend won’t let you keep him, chuck the boyfriend not the kitten. Just kidding.
But then again…I’m the one who told my husband if we couldn’t keep one of our cats, he was sleeping on the couch the rest of his life. Sounds like you got a new kitty, sven. Take your new pal down to the vet, get him checked out, neutered and a new name. Then…take him home and love him to death. Sputnik will adjust.
Kittens should work for the govornment. They are masters at getting into people’s houses. I could swear I remember finding random kittens when I was younger, just sitting there, in my house.
Your other cat will get used to the kitten. A few years ago, when I still lived with my parents, we got a new kitten. We named her Lady. Our other cat, George, did not like her at all, and he’d swat Lady whenever she tried to get close to him.
A few days after we got Lady, I was watching tv. George was on my lap, asleep. Lady sees this and decides that she wants to come up onto my lap, too. She managed to climb up without waking George, and then she quickly sat down next to him and closed her eyes. (I’m not sure if she was really asleep or not.)
Naturally, I was curious as heck to see what would happen when George woke up. After a few minutes of waiting, I gave the old guy a gentle poke to wake him up. The look on George’s face was hilarious: something between and :eek: After a moment of this, however, he got this resigned look on his face, as if to say “Oh, OK, she can stay.”
Aside from the occasional late-night scuffle, they’ve been friends ever since.
Too Cool! You are blessed even sven! Episodes of random kittenation were explored on X-files but no definitive proof was determined.
I’d get out the foil balls, the stretchy string and rabbit fur scraps, and have a Par-T!
I loved your comment about him being so ugly he was cute-I had a kitty scrap fresh from the tit that I affectionately called the Bum. He was the only longhair from the litter, and was a mess of colors, such that I looked at him and remarked on his bad paint job. Don’t you know the little scrap climbed the leg of my sweats, and settled onto my neck, under my ponytail. We wore one another for a few hours that night.
I found a kitten a year ago - I still have her, and she is the BEST cat ever. She was skinny, sick, and dirty when I found her, but a few weeks of care and kitten food, she was fat and sassy. I wuvs her so much.
My kids found an adorable jet-black kitten up a tree last Thursday, and he spent the weekend in the dog’s crate in my older daughter’s room (so as to keep him quarantined from our two other cats). We thought he belonged to a guy down the street who’s been away, but once we finally found the petsitter, she told us that she had the black kitten - but the gray and white one is missing.
We went door to door with the little guy, up and down our block and the adjacent one, and didn’t find the owner. We did, however, find out that a household two streets over has lost a black cat (not kitten) and a household one street over on the other side has been feeding a black cat. I’m still waiting for both of these people to be home at the same time so that we can find out if it’s the same cat. We also realized about halfway through the weekend that there are many, many cats in the world and that not everyone keeps track of them the way that we do ours.
We discovered that there are at least seven all-black cats within a two-block radius of our house, and that there are at least three female strays being fed at well-meaning people’s houses. Mr. Legend is very afraid that I’ll be starting an unlicensed shelter and spay/neuter program in our back yard, and his fears are not unfounded.
We also discovered that if you want to find a home for an adorable six- to eight-week-old kitten, the very best way is to take it with you door to door. I think the local Humane Society should look into this method. A very nice family down the street whose elderly cat died earlier this summer now has a new kitten to spoil, and my two adult cats don’t have anyone to be jealous about anymore.
He’s a very laid back little kitten. He just trots around the house two feet behind me at all times. He’s shy, but when guest come to visit he doesn’t hide. He doesn’t even hide when the train comes by and shakes the whole house.
Here are the promised pics. Isn’t he cute!?! I can’t even look at him without going “ahhhh”.
But our house is just to small for two kitties. And Sputnik is a very unique, very needy, and very attention grubbing cat. The new one has made him tense and annoyed. I’m hoping I can find a new hope for the new kitty, so that peace can once again reight in the Sven household.
We’re very high tech around here. We put out an ad on Craig’s List. Considering I once put out an ad on Craig’s List saying “I’m sick of supporting myself so I am looking for a rich benefactor” and got about twenty responses, I’m sure we’ll find a good loving home for the little new one. And if we don’t…well don’t tell Mr. Sven, but I wouldn’t mind tooo much.
Just kidding.
and :eek: After a moment of this, however, he got this resigned look on his face, as if to say “Oh, OK, she can stay.”