Nice, eh? You would think at this time of year it wouldn't be too hard to find a home for a kitten. So I sent an email. The response was immediate. "Sure. Here's my address: XXXX"
"Kitten must be gone in 2 hours"
No questions. Nothing about me or if I was going to torture the cat, or give "it" a good home. Nothing. The address was in an awful area of the city, so David and I left right away and arrived at what I can only describe as a crack house.
Maybe I've been part of La-La Land for too long, but I know a shitty area when I see one. They had several unfixed Pit Bulls in the house and 2 unneutered male cats. They didn't know I was with a rescue and they didn't ask.
She brought out a frightened little guy that she said was 2 months old. He is probably closer to 5 months old. The lady told me that the kids play with him and he's very sweet.
He *IS* sweet and is safe and sound in my
Since I thought he was 2 months old, I had set up the spare room with my "kitten litterbox". Sherman thought it was WONDERFUL and was happy to wait for the new guy to come out and play:
Looks like I'm back to fostering again. I don't think Wilson will last too long on our website. He has HUGE HUGE feet - not just from the extra toes and I'm wondering if there's some Maine Coon in those genes.
Welcome to The Turner's little Wilson. :)