I was walking my dog PBJ last night around 8:30. She found a stray kitten. The kitten was friendly and in good shape: not skinny at all, not flea infested and decently shiny coat. Plus, there was an indentation in the long fur around her neck where a collar had been very recently. She was black & white and about 5 or 6 months old. Her most endearing feature was her little black ears with 2 inch long tufts of white whiskers sticking out of each ear in a big arc. Those ear whiskers were so pronounced that when I first saw her I thought she was a Scottish Fold cat.
It was obvious this cat was owned, and had escaped no so long ago.
With the help of another animal person in the apartment complex, I did the cat-as-burrito thing with a towel and took her back to my apartment. I kept her in the bathroom because, although PBJ loves kittens, she loves them in a “I wanna hug him and kiss him and call him George” sort of way that isn’t fun for the kittens. I gave the kitten some cat food and some water, too.
I was going to take the kitten to the Humane Society this am so her owner would have a chance of finding her again. I was also going to call the property manager of the apartment complex in case the owner asked after the kitty there, too.
But, as I was washing my face before bed last night, I heard someone calling for a lost pet. I stuck my head out of the window, and sure enough, it was the kitten’s owner. She was so relieved. She said she’d just taken the kitten’s collar off that morning…
It turns out this four pound little fluff of fur had popped the screen out of one of their garden apartment windows and walked right out.
PBJ got a Frosty Paws as a commendation last night. Plus, she got a lot of good kitten smell inthe bathroom for entertainment, too.
