a kitten incident
because i have some severe maternal instincts, but because now is not the time to have children - i have decided to foster kittens. this is in addition to my two cats which i already have, but the kittens are mostly confined to the bathroom, so it's not (quite) as freaky cat-lady as it sounds.
i must have caught d in a moment of weakness when he agreed to it, and i think it's only because he originally he thought fostering kittens involved sending $10 a month to sally struthers. but even once he found out there was no middle man, i somehow convinced him to let me try it.
the kitten exchange took place a few nights ago, on a dark street corner by the beach. a man with a wedding ring gave me three kittens and some food. he also told me their names, which i promptly forgot. they are even smaller than i expected and their meows sound something little a rubber duck. my own cats are none too pleased i'm afraid, but since the kittens are confined, i'm trying not to worry too much about it.
so it seemed to sate my instincts for a while, but then last night we had a kitten incident. i was watching a really bad thriller and heard this vague squeaking which i assumed was part of the soundtrack. i went on for a few minutes, at least five, until finally d said that perhaps i should investigate the kittens. sure enough, one of the kittens had found his way into the open toilet. i had been so careful about closing the lid, but apparently it only takes once. he was soaked and shaking, so i washed him off in a warm bath (you can never be too careful with toilet water, even clean toilet water) and then held him under my shirt for a good half-hour.
after that he was mostly dry, but still shivering, so i microwaved a towel and then wrapped him in it. he just sat there in his box, looking forlorn, as his brothers played and twisted their way around the bathroom. i was close to tears, thinking that on my very second night of surrogate-kitten motherhood i might have caused a kitten to go into hypothermic shock. after 15 minutes of staring up at me with tiny almost blue eyes, he perked up and began to bat at this brother. however, it has suggested to me that perhaps it's a good thing motherhood is a ways off yet.
i must have caught d in a moment of weakness when he agreed to it, and i think it's only because he originally he thought fostering kittens involved sending $10 a month to sally struthers. but even once he found out there was no middle man, i somehow convinced him to let me try it.
the kitten exchange took place a few nights ago, on a dark street corner by the beach. a man with a wedding ring gave me three kittens and some food. he also told me their names, which i promptly forgot. they are even smaller than i expected and their meows sound something little a rubber duck. my own cats are none too pleased i'm afraid, but since the kittens are confined, i'm trying not to worry too much about it.
so it seemed to sate my instincts for a while, but then last night we had a kitten incident. i was watching a really bad thriller and heard this vague squeaking which i assumed was part of the soundtrack. i went on for a few minutes, at least five, until finally d said that perhaps i should investigate the kittens. sure enough, one of the kittens had found his way into the open toilet. i had been so careful about closing the lid, but apparently it only takes once. he was soaked and shaking, so i washed him off in a warm bath (you can never be too careful with toilet water, even clean toilet water) and then held him under my shirt for a good half-hour.
after that he was mostly dry, but still shivering, so i microwaved a towel and then wrapped him in it. he just sat there in his box, looking forlorn, as his brothers played and twisted their way around the bathroom. i was close to tears, thinking that on my very second night of surrogate-kitten motherhood i might have caused a kitten to go into hypothermic shock. after 15 minutes of staring up at me with tiny almost blue eyes, he perked up and began to bat at this brother. however, it has suggested to me that perhaps it's a good thing motherhood is a ways off yet.
posted by grass @ 2:37 PM
1 Comments:
At 5:36 AM ,
linds said...
I think it is awesome that you are fostering kitties! What a lovely thing to do. :) I hope you are having a good week. I for one am glad it is almost over!
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