Just as I was pulling in to work on my bike, two weeks ago Friday, I spotted a orange tabby cat dead on the side of the road...hit by a car it looked like. As I climbed the stairs up to my office door, I heard baby kitties crying in the underbrush below. So of course I went down to investigate...and sure enough, two kittens...same coloring as the dead cat in the road, were stumbling around crying. I went and checked out the dead cat in the road...sure enough, a momma cat who looked to have been nursing. Crap.
By this time everyone else is rolling into work and wonder what I am doing...so I explain. Our receptionist pipes up right away...'Bring those kittens up here, I'll take at least one home. Two other co-workers say they will do the same...so I am off to round up kittens, while Tera runs up the the pet store to get some formula and bottles.
I get the two kittens I spotted, but everyone insists that there must be more. So I keep going outside and checking, listening and rummaging around in the underbrush, but can't find any others. In the meantime the first two kittens are getting fed and bathed "Eek, fleas!". I had a TV dinner for lunch and took the remains down to the underbrush, figuring if there were any other kittens, the smell might draw them out. Sure enough an hour later I hear another kitten crying...and there she is, right by my tv dinner. So I round her up, feed her and bathe her myself.
Well of course, all but one of the people who claimed they would take a kitten backed out for one reason or another...but luckily one of the gals from upstairs commits to take one. So there is only one kitten left who is unspoken for....the last one I found, the runt of the litter and cute as all get out. The rest of the story is obvious, isn't it? Yes, we have a new kitten.
Both of my female dogs took to the kitten like mothers. She loves playing with them too...no fear at all!
Here is Bailey with a little furball sleeping in on her legs
And Bandit, worrying over her as she sleeps all curled up with the heating pad after a bath to de-flea her somewhat.
and with Thor, who's no longer the littlest and never had much use for cats.
She looked to be about 3 weeks old when I found her. I've had to drive to work and take her with me so I could bottle feed her...but she's making progress weaning from the bottle and is already litter trained pretty well. Finally made a vet appointment for next week...hopefully they can give me something 'safe' to get rid of any remaining fleas and that stubborn flea dirt.
Tonight she figured out she can climb stairs...my baby is growing up!