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Soooo what does one do with a feral kitten?


Now that I’m writing on ye olde blog again, I figure I should introduce our newest family member, Louise. If you’re my friend on Facebook or follow me on Instagram, you’re already intimately acquainted with her, but just in case you’re not:

What had happened was:

I was at work one day about a month ago, eating lunch outside, and minding my own business. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw something pop up at the top of a trashcan nearby, then disappear back down into it. My first reaction, of course, was to investigate, and so I peered down into the trashcan and saw a tiny (okay, fairly large), terrified kitten. A coworker was eating outside, too, and I asked her to get our resident feral cat expert to help me in the retrieval process. I snapped the featured photo while I was waiting.

With the help of said feral kitten expert and another coworker, I somehow (very quickly) pulled her out of the trashcan and deposited her in a cardboard paper box. Somehow, in the middle of all this, I decided that I should take her to the vet and then adopt her immediately. Because that’s how my brain works when I’m freaking out, despite my best intentions.

But what else do you do when you find a kitten in a trashcan? Of course you retrieve her, get her medical care, and then adopt her!

After calling a couple local vets – first my other cats’ vet, then another one close by, both of whom said they couldn’t fit her in that day – I called Penny’s vet, who wouldn’t be there for a few hours, though the lovely receptionist said I could drop her off, cardboard box and all, immediately. Oh, how I love those people.

Anyway, luckily, I picked her up a few hours later with a clean bill of health, except for a healing wound: the vet said she had a huge fly larva embedded in her neck that he’d had to remove. Poor kitten! After all that trauma, I got her home:


After letting her rest for a few days, we tried to play with her and to get her to eat soft food and tuna from a spoon, but she wouldn’t. (She did, though, eat out of her bowl, drink enough, and use the litterbox after we got some special walnut-based kitten training litter by Blue and a fancy covered litterbox. Thank God.) So we decided to try what I called force-lovin’:

We hoped that some good ol’ fashioned pets would win her over, but it didn’t work, so lately, we’ve been doing our best to ignore her. I gotten her to play with me a few times and she’ll hang out close to me, which is progress, but she absolutely refuses to be petted. I’m convinced we’ll get there eventually. We’re certainly trying!

2013 Book #7: Breakfast at Tiffany’s

breakfastattiffanysBreakfast at Tiffany’s isn’t anything like what I expected. For that matter, Truman Capote isn’t, either. I guess I didn’t know what to expect. I haven’t seen the movie, and, even though I know exactly nothing about Capote, I’ve always kind of arbitrarily lumped him in with Albert Camus. Maybe because they both have such serious names? But it’s funny because they aren’t alike at all.

The novella (it’s really short) is about a girl named Holly Golightly. She lives in New York, has parties, and goes to parties. From the outside, her life seems simple and happy. Except our narrator, Fred, gets to know her about as well as anyone can, and things aren’t that simple. Turns out she ran away from home at 14, and her brother, who she adores, is fighting in the war – among other things: I’m not going to spoil it for you, though you’ve probably seen the movie anyway.

I really enjoyed Breakfast at Tiffany’s. It’s one of those books (I’ve run into a lot of them lately!) that are simply fun to read. It went by really quickly, and I was intrigued the whole time. I might even have to see the movie now. (I especially liked that Holly had a big orange cat. I have one of those, too, you know.)


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