All About the Kitten
Her name is Annabelle, and I am watching her for my parents, who adopted her because of me. I work for a property management company in the City of St. Louis, and I have the singular honor of trolling through the seamy underbelly of the city. In fact, I sometimes visit places the police refuse to patrol, and I get to see the great triumph of liberal thinking in all it`s glory! On one such venture I went to a property which was a single-family house converted into a two family building. We had this low-life tenant on the first floor we were evicting, and when I came into the common hall I found (as usual) a mess of dirty clothes, trash, old furniture, etc. Also, there was a filthy trash can sitting by the door, and inside that trash can was a tiny kitten trying with what little strength she had left to jump out. Needless to say, I was furious! The temperature was over 95 degrees, and the poor creature was clearly left to die. I took her out of the trash and drove to my parents house, where they received the gift of a kitten (wether they wanted one or not!) with good grace.
My mother named her Annabelle, and she was in sorry shape. She had a terrible case of conjunctivitis, and both of her eyes were swollen shut; she had to FEEL with her paw whenever she moved. She was seriously underweight. She was badly dehydrated, had fleas, ear mites, and was covered with feces. The Vet said she has an ulcer in her eye which was undoubtedly the result of being kicked. (The Vet said she would like to take a bullwhip to the people who had mistreated her so badly!) She was about 5 weeks old, according to the Vet, and had just learned to eat.
My parents nursed her back to health, teaching her to use a litter box (which she still hasn`t quite mastered; she scrapes litter with her FRONT paws, thus failing to cover her ``Dick Durbin``)and treating her for all of the maladies she was afflicted with. The only problem was that they were planning a vacation, so I had to take the little cutie for two weeks.
This has presented a number of problems; I have two male cats, both of whom I also rescued in one capacity or another. This has required that we keep Annabelle upstairs in our bedroom (which is a suite of two rooms)and we have had to limit contact between them. Annabelle, feeling good for the first time in her life, is constantly racing around and scratching and biting on me whenever I stop moving. I fear I may not be able to finish this piece before she finishes me!
My first cat was Blackberry, a Bombay cat (which resembles a black panther)who would look at home in a witches cottage. The English used to call witches or enchanted cats Blackberry Cats, so that`s where I got the name. He is the smartest non-human creature I have ever encountered, and is loyal to boot. I found him abandoned by some low-life we had to evict. He was trapped outside for a week during a very cold snap in late November (20 degree weather), living with some feral cats in an abandoned building. A dog had gotten ahold of him, and had chewed his tail up something aweful. He was at the door to the building, waiting to be let in when I found him. I brought him home with me (which about killed me; he kept trying to get under my feet as I drove!) and he has been my best friend ever since!
We got our second cat from the Humane Society. Our original plan was to get a female kitten (so Blackberry could have a companion) but when we went into the shelter we were immediately drawn to a very sad looking butterscotch tabby. His name was Goccia (which I have since learned is Italian for a drip or drop) and he looked as if he had lost all hope (he was 8 years old, so he probably had good reason to lose hope!) We immediately adopted him, and he has been a great cat,very sweet, although he is a bit of a grouch. He hissed at me and bit me as we were filling out the adoption papers! We had a terrible time acclimating him to our home because Blackberry was simply NOT going to allow another Tom in his castle! Poor blackberry stopped grooming, lost a lot of weight, and was clearly a nervous wreck. Goccia had to endure endless stalking and attacks from Blackberry, but eventually they came to tolerate each-other, and now I think they are friends. It was a long and difficult process.
That`s what made bringing Annabelle in so difficult. I was more concerned about Blackberry than Goccia, although Blackberry has been very good with her, while Goccia has been hissing. It`s hard to figure cats out!
Anyway, Annabelle is doing fine. She runs around crazily, and wants constant attention, which makes blogging very difficult. She is cute as a button! I`m going to have a hard time giving her back when my parents return! I have to go to bed around 7 p.m., because Annabelle wants to play for about two hours after we get in bed, and then she falls asleep tucked under my arm (I have to be careful in the night not to roll over on her!) My wife moved down to the guest bedroom, leaving me to entertain the little kitten (I`m still not sure how that happened!) She is just darling, but she is a real handful!
For all of you who would like pictures, I would love to post them, but I haven`t the foggiest idea how to do it! I have never really gotten the hang of this newfangled contraption (I`m still mastering the slide-rule).
Anyway, between the kitten, a busy spurt at work, and my backyard vineyard (which is requiring a lot of work this next week) my blogging may be a bit thin. Please bear with me; I`ll post up what I can (before Annabelle shreds my legs with her claws!)