Now, this is really weird. I found a 6-8 week old kitten today. Literally. Not weight wise, but a real kitten. Haven't written for a while, because I went out of town without my computer, and haven't had time to catch up. So, I weighed this little thing, and guess what...it weighs 1.4 pounds. Exactly what I lost at weight watchers this week.
So, not a chihuahua, but another sign? Guess it was good that I didn't stop at the drive through for that hamburger I've been craving (Actually thought about it, but resisted the impulse). Now, what am I going to do with another cat???? It is locked up in my bathroom right now, temporary litter box at the ready. It's already climbed up the door, hanging on my robe on the hook at the back of the door. The three-too-many cats that I already own are going crazy in the rest of the house.
Friendly little thing, acting like it is starving. Someone must have just dumped it. I tried to get it to run back to whomever it might belong to, but it kept circling around my legs an meowing a pathetic little cry. Too friendly to be one of our wild ones out here. Destined to be road kill or coyote bait if left out to fend for itself.
So who wants a kitten???? It's so adorable, but I absolutely cannot keep it. Helppppp!!!!
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