We Got One

A kitten, that is. Mama Kitty took the all-gray kitten out for a walk today and we snatched it. He's so cute and fuzzy. I'm using the pronoun "he" for now, I haven't examined him that closely yet. Anyway, we couldn't find any other kittens, and Mama Kitty didn't go back to her hiding spot under the shed, so we're wondering if this is the only one that has survived. We're going to keep a close eye on her and might try peeping under the shed with a flashlight.

So, the little kitten - name to be determined - is now sitting in the dog crate in our dining room. I gave him a bath in dishwashing detergent first thing. I figured he was already traumatized, might as well get him clean now. I only found one flea, but there was a lot of flea dirt so I'm keeping an eye out. All the inside animals have been treated with Frontline and most of the floors are hardwood. I think we'll be okay. Krusty is kind of pissed off. She is stalking around the house growling. Shmoopy doesn't seem too concerned. She's already got her hands full keeping an eye on the dog. Pickles has no clue. Yet.

We don't have any canned cat food in the house so I put a little kitten chow in the crate. I'll go get some stinky cat food tomorrow. He probably won't feel like eating tonight anyway. I've got a sheet covering most of the crate so he feels like he's safe in a little cave. I'll take some pictures of him tomorrow. I think he's been through enough today.