10/23/12
Some of you may recall
that I had mentioned a few posts ago that my neighbor’s cat had given birth to
3 kittens, and that one of these kittens had been promised a home with yours
truly. Well, at long last the time had finally come for my neighbors to get rid
of the little rascals so they called me over to pick up my new child. I never
really had a choice in which kitten I would adopt (which was probably a good
thing considering my debilitating indecisive nature). You see, between the 3
kittens there were 2 white ones and one little black one… I was given the little black ball of fur.
That first night was rough. I know that the first night a new
kitten or puppy is taken away from the only home they’d ever known and their
family is supposed to be hard, but I’d vastly underestimated how much more
difficult it would be when you live next door to the kitten’s first home.
Needless to say that within the first hour of bringing my new baby girl home
(at least I think the kittens a she….) her mother heard her crying and
stationed herself on the other side of my reed walls. Hour. After. Hour. I had
to watch this poor baby kitty cry her eyes out for her mama who was just out of
reach wailing for her baby on the other side of my porous walls. I tried to
return the kitten to my neighbors but they refused to take her back so quickly,
wanting me to wait a few days before I make up my mind. I spent a good deal of
that first night (and the following few ones afterwards) trying to calm her
down but those high pitched squeaking cries of hers never waned. I have rarely
in my life felt like a villain, but that night was one of those nights I could
imagine myself in a Cruella Deville get-up crackling evilly.
Anyways, you know that
saying: “if you can’t beat them join them”? By Day #2 I went against everyone’s
warnings and let mama cat come in to be gloriously reunited with her stolen
baby. Touching eh? Except, sadly, the moment the mama ran into my house and
spotted the bowls of milk, shrimp + rice, dry kitten food, etc. lying on the
floor, well, I guess you can say her priorities changed. Instead of running to
the kittens rescue she made a B-line for the food, and (yea it gets worse) when
the lil’ baby came to her mama herself she was rudely hissed at and swatted
away. Big mama became territorial. To make matters worse, the neighbor’s cat
decided right then and there that I was her new best friend and put on her
cat-charm full force: purring, rubbing against my legs, trying to get me to pet
her and jumping to sit on my lap, etc. Now I’m not saying that I’m prejudice
against older cats and only like kittens, no no no. It was just that I was
still seeing this whole debacle through the lens of a Disney movie starring my
poor baby. Now, not only has the evil human stolen the poor little kitten out
of the safe warm confines of her home, she’s (inadvertently since I really
didn’t mean to do this!) turned the kitten’s sole rescuer against her. HER OWN
MOTHER! I sat there petting mama cat while poor baby kitten watched from the
adjoined room, and every time the kitten would crawl over to her mama the
heartless feline would hiss her away. Heartbreaking, I know.
Anyways, that dry cat
food for kittens was pretty darn $$ (about a day’s salary) so eventually I
stopped feeding mama Cat, which was fine by me now that I knew she was crying
outside my door for the food in little pip squeak’s bowls and not to console
her terrified baby. I gladly took over the mama role with the baby kitten, and
by the end of the 1st week little miss meowmers was eating dry food,
using her kitty litter box, and purring when I pet her (which is still kind of
hard because her entire body can fit in 1 hand.)
It’s been a whole 2
weeks now and Pip (short for Pip Squeak) and I are just 2 peas in a pod – except
maybe our sleeping schedules, still need to work on syncing those up. I’ll post
a picture of her on the blog as soon as I can get her to sit still long enough
to take one J
Ate o proximo!
E & P
ps: Here's a quick video of Pip :)
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