…and if you remember me at all, you may recall that I’ve had previous kitten experience! but…not like this. The last kitten I had I raised after she was orphaned at one day old. She was great - she still is! - but once she was weaned and spayed, she went to live with my daughter, who dotes on her. For myself, I decided I was done and once my old cat Froggy passed (and she’s still going strong!), I wouldn’t be getting any more cats. I’m too selfish, I’m too broke, I’m…well, I’m just too old to invest myself in pets anymore…I’d just stick with my dog until he was done too…or I was…whichever came first!
but I like my dog and I take him for a walk every day, rain or shine - we both enjoy our daily walk. walk. singular. I walk him every evening. I never walk him in the morning - I’m just not a morning person! but for god knows what reason, today I decided to take him for a morning walk. I don’t know why - it just seemed liked the thing to do. so we walked about a mile, and it was a very gray and damp day with a misty rain falling. but in spite of the inclement weather, I felt motivated enough to walk a little further than usual. we walked two miles. and when we finally decided to turn around and bring our damp cold selves back home…well, you can probably figure it out.
we were close to home when Markie took a sudden and intense interest in a bush at the side of the road. he’s a dog - so its not unusual for his interest to be piqued - usually scents or trash or even just grass (yes, sometimes he likes to graze!) but this time, no matter how much I pulled on his leash and tried to drag him away - he dug in his little dog heels and refused to budge!
finally, I gave up trying to pull him away from his interest and decided to just check things out and see what he was so interested in. I was amazed when I pulled aside the bushes and found a tiny kitten crouched in the undergrowth!
what could I do? what could I do??? it was cold, it was wet, it was ten feet away from the road! I looked around and found no sign of a momma cat or any nest of kittens. meanwhile Markie is so excited, he’s twirling around and getting all entangled in his own leash - have I mentioned that Markie loves cats and thinks that they all want to play with him? (yeah, he’s usually wrong about that…)
so I untangled Markie, scooped up the kitten and we came home.
so, now I have a kitten. dammit. the real irony here, is that - it’s a tortie kitten! I’ve always thought torties were really homely cats and I have never liked that color pattern - if there’s one thing I knew for sure, its that I would never be tempted to adopt a tortie - yeah, I’m racist that way, lol.
but…I have to say…for a tortie, she’s really cute! 
little white paws and white undercarriage - not enough white to call her a calico, though!
dammit. now what?
