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So, Sunday night I was coming home from pet sitting and there was a kitten sitting in the middle of the street in front of our driveway. I stopped and waited for it to move. When it didn't I got out to investigate. It was completely still and scared to death. She let me pick her up without a problem. When I got her into the car, I noticed she was sniffling. I thought she was sick, but there was blood coming out her nose and her eye was all messed up. I took her in and put her in a crate in the backyard. I didn't think she'd make it through the night, but she ate and was alive in the morning. I took her to my vet's office in hopes they might take her in, but they wouldn't. They did check her out (to the tune of $90). Apparently she had had some sort of head trauma - she'd either been kicked or hit my something or someone below the eye. She's going to be fine with some R&R - which I am handling.
She is fat and gray with tabby stripe legs and belly. She's really sweet and not feral at all. Who knows what her story is. I keep asking her Whats your story, Morning Glory" so a temporary name may come out of that. The other option is calling her Stinky Petunia (I was calling her Stinky Pete before I found out she was a girl).
Now, a word to the God of orphaned kittens.....please stop throwing orphaned kitten my way. You KNOW I cannot leave them to die or fend for themselves - especially if they are injured or have some hope of being a good pet. Also, dear God, I would really like to stay married and this is not helping me one bit.
This bring s the total of cats in my house up to 10. That is WAY too many. I still need to find homes for Rupert and Trixie and Sidney is still around (and probably staying, unless a good home comes through). The authorities will be knocking on my door soon, I just know it. And, sadly, the term "crazy cat lady" is now unavoidable.
God help me.
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