Thursday, September 27, 2007
The Randomness of Strangers...
Or jackass kids.
I have a post that I need to do about my sister's wedding, how much the Denver Wyndham rocks and other stuff, but that will take time and effort to make it coherent. So tonight, my friends, I will enthrall you with THE most random thing to happen to us since moving into our house.
Ben and I were on the couch, watching some TV after eating dinner when our doorbell rings. We were in our PJs, and I NEVER answer the door, so Ben ran to put some acceptable pants on, while I just ran.
We were just going to ignore it after Ben looks out the peephole and sees no one standing there. I peek out of the blinds and I can make something out on our front porch. I think it might be a package of some sort.
So Ben opens the door and I hear him yell for me to come quick, there's a kitten on our porch. Being the always optimist and since I know what kind of neighbors we have, I ask him if it's dead, because the LAST thing I would EVER want to see is a dead kitten on my porch. He says no and again yells for me to come quick.
I run over and there is this tiny little thing, abandoned on our porch, barely moving. Also on our porch is a stuffed plush flower with some sort of knitted shawl attached to it. We're thinking the kitten was placed on this and left for us. Ben tells me to get a box, and so I grab one and put a towel in it for the little guy (or girl, we couldn't tell) and Ben's puts him in there.
Ok, now what? I immediately get online looking for 24 emergency vets, because this cat is WAY too young to be away from it's mother, and we have no way of feeding it, or taking care of it, because we don't know what, if any, diseases it might have. I call Chris after having zero luck locating anything and he suggests PetsMart because even though their vet was closed (I called them first), he suggested that their adoption people might be there and someone usually has a heart enough to take animals.
So Ben and I load up the little guy and go to PetsMart. As we're leaving the house we notice our big push broom is moved from it's place against our house to the tiny grass lot by Ben's car. It couldn't have fallen there, so we assume the same jerky kids (or possibly our crazy lady neighbor) that left us the cat, also were in our backyard (GREAT!) and left our broom there.
We get to PetsMart and find the adoption people are not there, but we stop a VERY nice worker and let her know what happened. She tells us that the kitten is about 3 weeks old, and has mites in his ears. Poor baby. Now I'm thinking about Chewie and Fizzgig and if the kitten was in our house long enough to have passed anything off to them. She tries to let us know how we can take care of the kitten until the adoption people are there, tomorrow or Saturday, and we let her know that I'm pregnant and we have two cats already, and we just cannot take care of this kitten. I almost burst into tears thinking of what might happen to this kitten if we can't leave him with someone there.
She takes the kitten and says, let me see if anyone here can take him and she walks off. For an excruciating 10 minutes we see her walking around and finally she comes back and says she's found someone who will take the cat. We give her the box and towel that we brought him in so that she can give it to the people. Even though, duh, we are in PetsMart, and they can BUY something to take the cat home in, but whatever. It appeared that a family of customers were taking the cat because two little girls ran up to the girl and were fawning all over the kitten.
I hope that they can take care of him, since he will need to be bottle fed for who knows how much longer. Plus he is a wild cat so he may need some extra loving because we have a jungle of neighborhood cats here. I went from feeling relief, to worry. Would these people take good care of this cat? Will they treat him well, because he will need some special care? I certainly hope so.
Crisis averted, we thank the girl worker at PetsMart for helping us, and we drive home. As I'm pulling into our carport I notice what looks like feet under Ben's car. Little black and white kitty feet to be exact. I tell Ben that I think there are more cats under his car and he tells me to stop seeing cats everywhere!
Ben goes inside and gets our flashlight and sure enough, there is a mother cat and another little kitten under his car. Holy crap! So, my detective wheels start turning, and I deduce that some kid was playing in our backyard, saw the cats under Ben's car, grabbed our broom and knocked the little guy out from under the car, probably scared the crap out of him and he stopped moving. The kid freaks and takes him to our front door, leaving their stuffed flower, rings our doorbell and beats cheeks.
Just when I thought my hatred of this neighborhood couldn't grow anymore. Were my and Ben's parents the ONLY parents that taught their kids to LEAVE WILD ANIMALS ALONE?!?!?!
So hopefully the other kitten will be safe and we won't have to take another late night trip to PetsMart to pawn off another one.
Edited to Add: I didn't know Ben took two pictures of the little kitty, so here they are. Isn't he CUTE?!?!?!
I have a post that I need to do about my sister's wedding, how much the Denver Wyndham rocks and other stuff, but that will take time and effort to make it coherent. So tonight, my friends, I will enthrall you with THE most random thing to happen to us since moving into our house.
Ben and I were on the couch, watching some TV after eating dinner when our doorbell rings. We were in our PJs, and I NEVER answer the door, so Ben ran to put some acceptable pants on, while I just ran.
We were just going to ignore it after Ben looks out the peephole and sees no one standing there. I peek out of the blinds and I can make something out on our front porch. I think it might be a package of some sort.
So Ben opens the door and I hear him yell for me to come quick, there's a kitten on our porch. Being the always optimist and since I know what kind of neighbors we have, I ask him if it's dead, because the LAST thing I would EVER want to see is a dead kitten on my porch. He says no and again yells for me to come quick.
I run over and there is this tiny little thing, abandoned on our porch, barely moving. Also on our porch is a stuffed plush flower with some sort of knitted shawl attached to it. We're thinking the kitten was placed on this and left for us. Ben tells me to get a box, and so I grab one and put a towel in it for the little guy (or girl, we couldn't tell) and Ben's puts him in there.
Ok, now what? I immediately get online looking for 24 emergency vets, because this cat is WAY too young to be away from it's mother, and we have no way of feeding it, or taking care of it, because we don't know what, if any, diseases it might have. I call Chris after having zero luck locating anything and he suggests PetsMart because even though their vet was closed (I called them first), he suggested that their adoption people might be there and someone usually has a heart enough to take animals.
So Ben and I load up the little guy and go to PetsMart. As we're leaving the house we notice our big push broom is moved from it's place against our house to the tiny grass lot by Ben's car. It couldn't have fallen there, so we assume the same jerky kids (or possibly our crazy lady neighbor) that left us the cat, also were in our backyard (GREAT!) and left our broom there.
We get to PetsMart and find the adoption people are not there, but we stop a VERY nice worker and let her know what happened. She tells us that the kitten is about 3 weeks old, and has mites in his ears. Poor baby. Now I'm thinking about Chewie and Fizzgig and if the kitten was in our house long enough to have passed anything off to them. She tries to let us know how we can take care of the kitten until the adoption people are there, tomorrow or Saturday, and we let her know that I'm pregnant and we have two cats already, and we just cannot take care of this kitten. I almost burst into tears thinking of what might happen to this kitten if we can't leave him with someone there.
She takes the kitten and says, let me see if anyone here can take him and she walks off. For an excruciating 10 minutes we see her walking around and finally she comes back and says she's found someone who will take the cat. We give her the box and towel that we brought him in so that she can give it to the people. Even though, duh, we are in PetsMart, and they can BUY something to take the cat home in, but whatever. It appeared that a family of customers were taking the cat because two little girls ran up to the girl and were fawning all over the kitten.
I hope that they can take care of him, since he will need to be bottle fed for who knows how much longer. Plus he is a wild cat so he may need some extra loving because we have a jungle of neighborhood cats here. I went from feeling relief, to worry. Would these people take good care of this cat? Will they treat him well, because he will need some special care? I certainly hope so.
Crisis averted, we thank the girl worker at PetsMart for helping us, and we drive home. As I'm pulling into our carport I notice what looks like feet under Ben's car. Little black and white kitty feet to be exact. I tell Ben that I think there are more cats under his car and he tells me to stop seeing cats everywhere!
Ben goes inside and gets our flashlight and sure enough, there is a mother cat and another little kitten under his car. Holy crap! So, my detective wheels start turning, and I deduce that some kid was playing in our backyard, saw the cats under Ben's car, grabbed our broom and knocked the little guy out from under the car, probably scared the crap out of him and he stopped moving. The kid freaks and takes him to our front door, leaving their stuffed flower, rings our doorbell and beats cheeks.
Just when I thought my hatred of this neighborhood couldn't grow anymore. Were my and Ben's parents the ONLY parents that taught their kids to LEAVE WILD ANIMALS ALONE?!?!?!
So hopefully the other kitten will be safe and we won't have to take another late night trip to PetsMart to pawn off another one.
Edited to Add: I didn't know Ben took two pictures of the little kitty, so here they are. Isn't he CUTE?!?!?!
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