I have been so remiss in introducing you all to a beloved and wonderful addition to our family.
On Veteran's Day (November 11th), Partner and I went to Texas Roadhouse. When we were leaving, Partner went ahead of me and then comes back and says, "you're going to have a rough time outside so prepare yourself." Now, if you've seen the damage to my car from careless drivers and knowing this is a small, crowded, busy parking lot, you'd understand why I assumed someone had hit my car.
It was worse.
But on Veteran's Day, the shelter was closed. And it had fleas, so I gave it a bath. I helped clean the axle grease off the ear fur, used a flea comb on the mites and fleas.
During the process, I flipped it upside down, and seeing nothing through the fur, decided it was a girl. Little Buttercup!
A loud noise freaked her out and off she bolted. We mistakenly gave chase. Because, you know, nothing calms a stray kitten down like being chased by a huge scary human. But I caught her.
She fought, she bit, she mewed. She got away. And we couldn't find her anywhere.
For three days, Partner and I would look through the neighborhood, meeting our neighbors as we prowled their back yards, seeing her and then she'd run away. We found her hidy hole, a screen pulled away from a staircase. Partner left food, but she ran away whenever we approached.
After four days, he got a humane trap from the shelter. And sat on the stairs. And out she came. Let Partner pick her up. No trap needed.
Another bath was in order. Oh no!
An absess on her lower tummy!
I poked, she mewed.
I realized it wasn't an absess.
And Buttercup is no name for a boy kitty!
I mean you reallllly stretch out!
We found out you have a heart murmur so you needed special anesthesia.
I think it just makes you more adorable.
But you also love to play.
Like our Simba! Rawr!!!!!