I had four kittens born at the end of April, that lived on my back porch. One I managed to adopt out. The mom I took to the shelter, after the other three disappearred. I still don’t know what happened to them.
Wednesday afternoon I heard a knock on my door. It was the little boy from next door, who loved the baby kittens. He had a young yellow cat in his arms. It was the one I adopted out. He said the ladies who took it had driven up, saw him, handed it out and said they didn’t want it now. Bitches.
I took him and he’s now locked in my bathroom. Yesterday I took him to the vet, after I got home from work. I got him a feline distemper shot, but he’s not old enough for the rabies shot. He’s so sweet, and I do know he’s litter trained at least, which is a plus. He reminds me so much of a cat I had before, named Road Warrior, but I can’t afford a third cat. I have two older cats, one which seems disturbed there’s a cat in “his” place.
I have a FREE ad in our paper, that started today, but so far no calls. I’ll send him off with food, a bed, and a paper to get the rabies shot later.
Anyone want a sweet three month old kitty? Why do people “change their minds”? They just handed it off to the kid, didn’t even contact me.