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Imagine my surprise when I came upstairs yesterday morning to Moxie sitting in a chair by the window looking alarmed about something. I stopped and watched for a second before I saw a crow marching up and down the driveway. Thinking that was it, I went on my merry way before I thought I heard something. That something got me to poke my head outside and listen for another second. What I thought might be some bird mocking my cat turned out to be the very pathetic meowing of a kitten that had somehow managed to get itself caught under our front deck.
I located the single point of entry for the poor thing and called wiggled my fingers down the hole until finally it appeared, covered in cobwebs and meowing quite adamantly. I felt truly awful for it, especially considering someone had just been by the house earlier in the week to see if I had lost a kitten. I'm fairly certain either a cat had a litter and recently turned them all out, or some idiot dropped them off on the side of the road and left them to fend for themselves.
So now, I have this:
This adorable, pathetic thing that meows every time I walk past the window in the garage door and is SO FUCKING CUTE it just makes me want to cry because under no circumstances can I keep this animal. First off, Moxie has already expressed total dislike. Mostly though, my parents flipped when they found out I had taken in a stray. I took it in with no illusions that I would be keeping it, but now I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going to be able to get this kitten off my hands or not. The humane society is already full up, craigslist is probably going to be a bust, and I'm thinking I will have to figure out if I can email a picture around at work tomorrow and see if someone there wants to take it off my hands. All I know is, if I don't get it a home soon I'm going to be in serious trouble.
On the upside: the kitten has responded well to the litter box, it has eaten some food and accepted a bed made of simply a cardboard box with some towels. But I want it to have better than that, because it's such a sweet little thing it deserves to have someone love it, and as much as I wish that someone could be me, I know that it can't. *sigh*
Times like this, I hate living in the middle of nowhere.
I located the single point of entry for the poor thing and called wiggled my fingers down the hole until finally it appeared, covered in cobwebs and meowing quite adamantly. I felt truly awful for it, especially considering someone had just been by the house earlier in the week to see if I had lost a kitten. I'm fairly certain either a cat had a litter and recently turned them all out, or some idiot dropped them off on the side of the road and left them to fend for themselves.
So now, I have this:
This adorable, pathetic thing that meows every time I walk past the window in the garage door and is SO FUCKING CUTE it just makes me want to cry because under no circumstances can I keep this animal. First off, Moxie has already expressed total dislike. Mostly though, my parents flipped when they found out I had taken in a stray. I took it in with no illusions that I would be keeping it, but now I'm beginning to wonder if I'm going to be able to get this kitten off my hands or not. The humane society is already full up, craigslist is probably going to be a bust, and I'm thinking I will have to figure out if I can email a picture around at work tomorrow and see if someone there wants to take it off my hands. All I know is, if I don't get it a home soon I'm going to be in serious trouble.
On the upside: the kitten has responded well to the litter box, it has eaten some food and accepted a bed made of simply a cardboard box with some towels. But I want it to have better than that, because it's such a sweet little thing it deserves to have someone love it, and as much as I wish that someone could be me, I know that it can't. *sigh*
Times like this, I hate living in the middle of nowhere.
