Steve looked happy to see his new house guest - dogs were barking, cats were lined up outside of the guest room door to see "the new guy".
I figured we'd have to gently carry him out of his carrier and lay him down in a little cat bed that Steve had set up right next to his litterbox. Certainly, he wouldn't be walking for a while. Right?
Like a bolt of lightening, Peter not only walked out of the carrier, but he RAN!
My plan was to snap a picture so y'all could see his incision etc. I snapped the following picture, and was going to delete it because it was blurry - but then you wouldn't be able to see this boy run:
I also rescued a VERY cute 1 year old girl named "Cindy" today. I know the foster Mom reads this blog, so am not going to say what Cindy looks like so I can add a little excitement with the foster parents. (Oh c'mon - life's more fun when you're surprised!)
As I'm walking up and down the rows of cats, the vet technician tells me that a 9 week old kitten just came in 2 hours ago with a bulging eye and if I'm interested I can take her or they'll have to euthanize her. "Umm...any guess how long it took me to decide?" :)
After I brought "Patty" to the vets, Animal Control contacted me - the "owner" of the kitten wanted to claim her. (!!!) Apparently, she got outside (at 9 weeks old!) and they were "saving up to get her to the vet to fix her eye." Holy
shit crap. SAVE UP? I was terrified the shelter would make me bring her back. Making a long story short....this turned into to a cruelty case, so I'm now waiting to make sure that this dimwit signs surrender papers so that little "Patty" can get the much needed medical care that she needs.
I hate to judge people. But sometimes I do. There have been times in my life where I couldn't afford to buy food for myself and I drove without car insurance. But my cats were always spayed and neutered. I made payments to the vet to insure that my cats were healthy and received medical care. I want to think she was "pure trash" and I saved this kitten from a life of a painful ruptured eye and litters of kittens. But who am I to judge?
I can't help but think I was in the right place at the right time for this kitten. Nah...it wasn't a coincidence. Ask "Peter".