I legitimately think I could end up a crazy cat lady some day. No joke. Let me explain.
Tuesday at work my co-worker Melani told me she heard a cat outside. I went to investigate and sure enough, I heard very loud meowing on the other side of the door. As soon as I opened the door and saw what was on the other side, I knew I was in trouble. Staring up at me was THE CUTEST grey kitten, freaking out because it was a.) cold and b.) starving. There was no turning back…I had to take action.
I scooped it up (at this point the sex was still unknown) and brought it inside. Only a few of us were left at work and no clients were there, so I knew it wouldn’t cause too much commotion. It was clear this was not a feral cat or a cat born in “the wild”, but more than likely was dropped off by some douchebag.
After discussing our options, my co-worker Darcy and I agreed I would take the kitten home for the night and we would both contact family, friends and shelters to find it the best home. Normally I would have just said, “BACK OFF IT’S MY KITTY NOW!” but my apartment building has a 2 cat limit and, as I think we all know, we’re already there.
So I brought the kitten home not knowing how my boys, Tyler and Joey, would react. I kept them separate while I set the kitten up with some food and water. They knew something was up and were NOT happy about it. Keeping them separated just wasn’t an option (my cats are insanely nosy and hate closed doors) so I just went ahead and let them figure each other out.
There was quite a bit of hissing and a few swipes from both sides. The funniest thing was this kitten started running shit around here. It walked in like, “This is MY house now, bitches.” Quite hilarious to witness.
Over the next 2 days this little thing literally stole my heart. The thought of giving it away was heart-wrenching. But I knew we couldn’t keep it and luckily Darcy found it a good home with her mom. Of course, I couldn’t let it leave without taking a few more glamour shots.
Oh, I finally determined the sex: it’s a girl! I now consider myself an expert on figuring out whether a cat is a boy or a girl, so if you ever find yourself in that…predicament, just call me 🙂
This whole situation really got me thinking about how much longer I want to rent. On one hand, I love our apartment. I love not having the responsibility of a house and I REALLY love that we’re so close to our favorite bars and restaurants and a Metro stop. But…I want like 6 cats and 4 dogs and (I guess) kids someday. But mostly just like 85 dogs and cats. Would that make me an animal hoarder? Because if it does, I think I’m ok with it.
Have you ever picked up a random cat or dog from the street?