I can’t believe it’s been almost a week since my last post! What a slacker! In my defense, we’ve been pretty busy though. The other day we rescued a kitten from outside of a diner on a busy road. It was skinny and one of it’s eyes was cloudy, but she was sooooo friendly and sweet that we couldn’t resist her! My mother-in-law, who has no pets of her own but is clearly a cat hoarding enabler, was all like “Oh she’s so cute, we’ll take her to your house in my car!” We already have two indoor Siamese cats who would be royally ticked off if we brought another kitten into the house. But Mr. Hungry said he wouldn’t mind having an “outdoor” kitty, and that we could feed her and care for her, but she’d live strictly outside. We reasoned that she’d be better off at our house in a wooded, rural area, than in town on a busy road. So after checking with the owner of the diner to make sure she didn’t belong to anyone, we took her home with us.
First we stopped for flea collar and cat bed at Walmart, then by the local shelter to make her an appt. to get spayed and up to date on the necessary shots asap. It was rainy and cold, so Mr. Hungry built her a little lean to shelter, which we put on our patio close to the house, and we put her plushy cube bed inside of it with some toys and an old t-shirt. We checked on her a million times throughout the day and she seemed happy – we basked in our magnanimity, and the satisfaction of a good deed well done.
So that night we had to go out for a few hours, and when we got home around 10pm we decided to check on her before turning in. Imagine the horror of finding her food bowl overturned and her plushy cube upside down on the patio! NO kitty to be found. My son was like “where did our outside kitty go?” and all I could think of is that we’re going to find her poor mangled body in the yard from some raccoon, or worse that a fox got her and we wouldn’t find her at all! How could we be so STUPID as to think she would be safe out there with all the other animals around??? Gah! We called and called and finally heard some pitiful mewling from far away. We eventually located her way up in a tree on the edge of the yard.
I thought we’d never get her down but as soon as she realized it was us she shimmied down like a lumberjack and purred like crazy when we lifted her out of the tree. Huge relief, but now what? Can’t bring her inside even if we wanted to because she hasn’t been tested for feline leukemia or aids yet, which is highly contagious to other cats. So we closed her up in our big shed with her bed, food and water and a litter box. It’s been a few days and she’s adjusted perfectly. She gets shut in at night and let out in the morning and she seems content, even sleeps in there during the day while the door is open. Ironically though, Mr. Hungry created several different cushy sleeping areas for her, and she pretty much ignores them and sleeps on the lawnmower seat!
Hungry Jr. named her Rusty, because she is black and orange, but I call her Ki-ki so we’ll see which one sticks! If I can get her to sit still long enough I’ll take a photo and post it. She’s adorable, and we fell in love with her instantly! So anyway, that’s what we’ve been up to. And this chocolate ice cream has absolutely nothing to do with rescued kittens. But it IS delicious! Consider it an apology for not posting anything this week! It’s rich and decadent and perfect! If you need to apologize to anyone for anything, make them this ice cream ASAP, and it will get you out of the dog house (cat shed?) for sure! ;)