My husband was not impressed that I had made this decision. He loves cats, and is definitely what would be considered to be a cat person. Yet, we live in a small home, and our resources are stretched and limited at best.
Upon inspecting the kitten we realized that she only had three working legs. Her left hind leg is disabled - it doesn't appear to have formed correctly. Even with three legs she ran after us, as we left her on the sidewalk. She was immediately the sweetest kitty ever, purring and rubbing up against us and Roxy. I think she was saying thank you!
I sent my husband to the grocery store for some supplies - litter and food, and I looked around for something to make her a bed. The day before I had returned from a fun day in Toronto as a #PGMom and had been given a generous basket of goodies. We emptied the contents and placed a couple of old towels inside and we had the perfect, warm bed for a small feline. When he got back, we set up a pan of litter and placed a bowl of Iams kitten food and water for her. She was so hungry.
Over the weekend, of course we fell in love. Yet, on Monday morning I called our vet and shelter to ask if anyone had called looking for their lost orange-three-legged-kitten. I was told that no, no one had and did I want to drop her off? I said we would love to keep her. To follow the rules, an owner has five business days to claim a lost pet. They took my information and told me that if no one claimed her by the end of business on Friday, we had ourselves a kitten. I was told there are lots of abandoned cats and kittens right now and the chances of anyone calling to claim her are pretty slim.
So, the week began. I told the kids that she wasn't ours yet, and we would be fostering her for the week.
I truly believed in my heart that this little orange kitten had chosen us to be her family. There was a reason she had come out of the bushes at that exact moment, and that was to be a part of our family.
....to be continued