I wish i knew how to post pics here, then you would understand why I couldnt resist. I do not consder my self a cat person. My dad bought me a kitten my 1st day of 2nd grade and I had her for 18 years and she meant the world to me. When she passed I never thought I could or would have another cat.
Last Thursday, I went into my coworkers office to discuss an account we are working on and I heard, what would obviously be a kitten crying to any normal person, and I said shh do you hear that? He said yea, can you believe I've had to listen to that shit all morning? I wanted to punch him.
We had our first snowfall the night before and it was fairly cold outside. I ran back to my office and grabbed my coat and went to investigate. The cries were coming from the space between my building and a 10ft retaining wall where all the air conditioning units are. Under the snow are just huge rocks and I was in 3inch heels so it took me awhile to get back there. I finally found her stuck under one of the hoses.
She was so tiny, wet and obviously scared. I looked around to see any paw prints in the snow and there werent any so I knew she'd been there awhile. I scooped her up and took her inside. I got a paper box and put some towels inside so she could dry off and warm up while I called animal rescue. They said it would be a few hours but they were on their way. I go back to work and leave her with my assistant because I didnt want to get attached.
My assistant comes over and says she is calling rescue to cancel and she is taking the kitty home, which relieved me because I knew what would happen with our under funded over populated rescue system.
She texted me at 7pm to say she couldnt keep her, that her other two cats were not accepting her and wants to know what to do. I told her to keep the kitten in a separate area until everyone can adjust but she was adamant it wouldnt work.
I couldnt get her damn fur face out of my mind and how she was purring the second I picked her up....I thought, do not do this, but I texted her back and said I'd take her.
She is at best estimate 4 weeks old based on teeth and abilities. Thankfully she took to water and softened cat food right away and is using the litter box like a champ. Not one mess! She is schizophrenic for sure. One minute she wants to eat me the next she wants to crawl under my shirt and take a nap.
Yesterday morning, I was on the verge of giving up. She has the sharpest claws in the world and wants to use them on me and my furniture, walls, carpet etc. I have nice shit and dont want it ruined. Though my first cat was front declawed ( I was 8 and had no say ) I am not wanting to put her through that. I looked into nail caps and the first instruction was to have a calm kitty...I thought who invented these...a calm kitty? Does that exist?
Sorry this was so long. This has been my first time on the enterwebz all weekend as she is sleeping on my freshly dried towels.