I have a new kitten. I blame my friend Janice.
She called me Friday morning in a panic to say her daughter’s step-mother found 3 teeny tiny kittens by the side of the road and brought them home Thursday night.
This woman is apparently brain damaged because:
- Did she put them in a box with a blanket? – No.
- Did she bring them into the house over night or at least the garage? – No.
- Did she put them in the backyard so they couldn’t run away and would be somewhat protected from roaming predators? – No.
She dumped them in the front flower bed and let them fend for themselves overnight.
Seriously, I just want to punch her. HOW CAN YOU DO THAT TO SOMETHING THIS CUTE?
Some size perspective:
She was covered in fleas so an extended bath in dishwashing soap (I’m told flea soap is too harsh for such tiny kitties) was first on the list. A bunch came off in the bath but many were quite stubborn and congregated around her face and in her ears. I now know tweezers are an indispensable kitten grooming tool. This is what I got off after the bath:
Gross, huh? I count over 60 fleas in there. At 7.95 ounces, that puts her at about 4 fleas per ounce, not counting the ones that came off in the bath.
By the way, did you know you can kill fleas simply by putting them in soapy water? And flea combs don’t work worth a crap on wet fur?
You’re welcome.
If you’re wondering what happened to the other two kittens, one had run off by morning and the wicked step-mother took the other one to the pound. (!!)
Why did she take only one?! Not that I want her to have taken ANY of them to the pound, but I have serious doubts about this woman’s judgment. I tell myself she must’ve panicked and/or could only catch one of them but, seriously, they are too tiny to be able to get away from giant humans and their teeth and claws are not developed enough to hurt you if they protest to being captured.
Look at that face. Who could take that to the pound?
Her name is Bones, by the way. It satisfies both my Star Trekkiness and her general state of health when I acquired her.
Oh crap, now I have to go to the pound and look for her sibling(s.)
