1pm. I get a text: “just in” with a picture of a kitten.
Run to the car I go. Drive off. Come back to the house I must because I forgot the cat carrier.
Get to the animal shelter. And I meet three “rats” in a box. Tiny rats. Much smaller than I expected.
Boom. My soul is happy. I am going to be a kitty mommy.
I started feeding them while the paperwork was being filled out. Honestly, I have no idea what I signed. I may very well have given my house away! Who reads those things anyway? Damned lawyers 😉
For now they are “The Floofs”. No reason why. A white one, an orange one, and a black one. Don’t ask if they are male or female. I checked. No clue!
I named the orange one Wendy, because I went to Wendy’s on the way back and stacked up on burgers since I will be house bound for a while. The black one has become “Goulu” which means “one who eats a lot” in French. The white one doesn’t have a name yet. I have decided she’s a girl. And she’s the smallest of the litter, at 65 grams, which is about the weight of 2 fun size Snickers. I will have to monitor her carefully since she didn’t eat well. But she’s got a set of lungs on her!
Bye bye sleep!
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