Oh dear me! I could write a book entitled "5 vodkas, an ex-marine, and a kitty." I went to have a birthday drink with my career Marine buddy who was 78 yesterday. That drink turned into 5. Then I went to check on the stray that I'm looking after who is incidentally named Sarge after this buddy of mine-both are blind in the right eye. As I'm calling for Sarge, out comes a little gray tiger. She was so hungry but also scared. I scooped her up, probably not very gracefully after the vodkas-I've noticed quite a few nice scratches this morning from last night.
She stayed in my home office room last night and left two nicely sized poops near the litter box on the carpet :-). She's not a friendly kitty that likes to cuddle-lots of hissing. Poor thing has had a rough life so far. Her ribs are practically poking through. I took her to the vet this morning, but I haven't figured out what her name is yet. I'm awaiting the FeLV test. So keep your fingers crossed-for the test and for my marriage! Haven't told my husband yet! I might board the kitty over the weekend in hopes that I find homes for my two foster cats. That would assuage my husband. I need to make room (we have 3 of our own "permanent" cats) before I take in more. We have a 5-cat rule. But does a kitten (about 12 weeks old) count as a full cat? :-) Hoping for the best. Melissa Lind
