Hey, y'all! I've been pretty MIA this week, because let me tell you, getting teeth extracted BLOWS. Actually, I take that back. It doesn't always blow (when I got my top wisdom teeth out I was FINE), but my experience with it this week has been sucktacular! Tuesday was the actual extraction, and I spent the rest of the night moderately miserable. It wasn't really that it was exceptionally painful, it was just really uncomfortable and gross. I relate it to having an itch you can't scratch- it isn't technically *painful*, but boy does it suck.
Wednesday was a little less awful, but I ended up super sick and throwing up, either from the stress or from swallowing so much blood. (Did I mention how fun Tuesday was??) Yesterday and today have been pretty ok, just sort of uncomfortable, but damn do I miss solid food!
Anyway, what does all of that have to do with kittens? Nothing. The kitten thing happened last week, but everything above is why I haven't blogged about it yet!
If you've been around this blog for very long, you know that I am a crazy cat lady. It's not just that I have a lot of cats (I do), but that cats frickin' LOVE me. If there is a stray cat within 2835798 miles, it will find my house. Want to find life on other planets? Just plop me down on the barren landscape, and the closest thing that planet has to a cat will show up in 10 minutes or less. (I'm almost equally good with horses, but they have yet to randomly show up at my house.)
So, one night last week I kept hearing this MAWWK!! noise. There is this freaky bird that hangs out in the woods by my house and makes incredibly odd noises all the time, so I assumed it was him. When it kept happening, I started to wonder if it was a cat, and did a quick head count, but all of mine were present. I drew the conclusion that one of the birds near my house had heard my cats meow so much that it had picked up mimicking the sound.
The next morning, I heard the weird noise AGAIN. Curiosity got the better of me, so I slipped on some shoes and went into the back yard to explore. About 30 feet from my back door, I spotted a tiny, fluffy kitten! I went back in to get it some wet food, and slowly approached. I was really surprised that it let me come right up to it! It hissed at me a few times, but it was so excited about the food it didn't seem to care I was there all that much.
I scooped the little guy up and brought him in, where I snapped a pic and posted him on the lost & found pets on Craigslist. I'm still not sure if he ever had a family or not. He was really dehydrated and had like 20 ticks, and had obviously been outside for quite a while. On the other hand, less than half an hour after I found him, he was curled up in my lap purring, which is weird for a totally wild kitten!
At best guess, I'd say he was 6 weeks old. Just barely big enough to be away from mom and survive, but not old enough to be happy about it.
Little dude and I spent a few days together while I hunted down someone to become his permanant mom! I would have LOVED to keep him- he was SO CUTE, so sweet. He was like the perfect kitten! However, I already have 3 kittens that are only 3 months old, so another one would just be too much. Luckily one of my friends fell in love with the photos I posted on FB, so we met up on Mother's Day, and off he went to his new home!
Would you have been able to give this little guy up?
He seemed super lonely for another cat, and none of mine would let him cuddle, so I gave him this big fluffy stuffed dog and he napped with it for days!