We were at the winery on Saturday morning and there was a "Free Kitty" sign in the door as we walked out. And when we got outside, there s/he was....a little grey, long-haired kitten. I picked it up and its fur was all matted. When I looked at its face, its eyes were matted shut. But it purred. That baby purred. And then the tears came....I started crying right then and there. Rick was furious, just furious. And you know, I don't blame him. We have seven and honestly? I cannot afford eight. I simply cannot. The lady at the winery said that somebody just dumped it off. And they were not going to keep it or care for it.
But the little one stayed in my mind. On Sunday I talked to my sister. It turns out that we're both coming into a bit of money....not a lot, about $1,200, which we're splitting. We decided to spend it on the little kitty for the vet care it needs. And after it's tested, de-wormed, de-fleaed and all that good stuff, we'll start calling no-kill shelters to see if one will take it. We'll donate whatever is left of the money from the vet bill to the shelter to help with its care. We were hoping that somebody else would take the kitten, but I told my sister right out that sometimes I just don't have a lot of faith in humanity.
So my sister and I went over last night, looking for the kitten. We found food and straw for a bed outside. But no kitten. And no sign in the door. She's going to call the winery today and see what happened to the kitten. We think they should just clean it up and have it checked out and then call it Shine (for moon shine....well, we know that moonshine isn't a wine, but it's still kind of a neat name). And that could be the winery's kitty. That's what I'd do...it's a good name for a kitty at a winery.
Anyway, if the kitten is still there, we're going back over tonight to get it and take it to the hospital for care. I cannot bring in another kitten; Rick absolutely forbids it. And remember when we brought Tabby in; WWIII erupted in the house for several days before he fell in love with Tabs.
Even a shelter is better than no home at all. That's what I think. And if the kitten checks out OK and gets cleaned up, it would be a beautiful long-haired baby. Please keep us in your thoughts that we can find the little kitten and that it will check out OK at the vet. (And that Rick doesn't completely flip out if the little one ends up in our computer room for awhile!)
But the little one stayed in my mind. On Sunday I talked to my sister. It turns out that we're both coming into a bit of money....not a lot, about $1,200, which we're splitting. We decided to spend it on the little kitty for the vet care it needs. And after it's tested, de-wormed, de-fleaed and all that good stuff, we'll start calling no-kill shelters to see if one will take it. We'll donate whatever is left of the money from the vet bill to the shelter to help with its care. We were hoping that somebody else would take the kitten, but I told my sister right out that sometimes I just don't have a lot of faith in humanity.
So my sister and I went over last night, looking for the kitten. We found food and straw for a bed outside. But no kitten. And no sign in the door. She's going to call the winery today and see what happened to the kitten. We think they should just clean it up and have it checked out and then call it Shine (for moon shine....well, we know that moonshine isn't a wine, but it's still kind of a neat name). And that could be the winery's kitty. That's what I'd do...it's a good name for a kitty at a winery.
Anyway, if the kitten is still there, we're going back over tonight to get it and take it to the hospital for care. I cannot bring in another kitten; Rick absolutely forbids it. And remember when we brought Tabby in; WWIII erupted in the house for several days before he fell in love with Tabs.
Even a shelter is better than no home at all. That's what I think. And if the kitten checks out OK and gets cleaned up, it would be a beautiful long-haired baby. Please keep us in your thoughts that we can find the little kitten and that it will check out OK at the vet. (And that Rick doesn't completely flip out if the little one ends up in our computer room for awhile!)
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