Saturday, July 25, 2020

Cat Diary Chronicles Three Little Kittens

Cat Diary Chronicles
What are the cat diary chronicles? These are two diaries found in a storage locker by storage locker pickers. The author of the diaries is now deceased. I thought it would be fun to share them. All traceable names will be changed. We will be starting with the Siamese Diary. 

This entry is not dated but titled

Three Little Kittens (aka Tina's Kittens)

Once upon a time there were three little kittens (actually, there were four, but one was adopted prior to the others at +6 weeks, but that would ruin the title...) who came to a foster home in Lafayette. They had first separated form their momma, Tina, when she was hit by a car and her pelvis was broken, and fostered by Barbara (bottle-fed and the whole works). They would have been quite happy staying with Barbara but her landlord made rather nasty noises about $250 per cat deposit or eviction. Needless to say, they needed a new foster home which is how they came to Lafayette. 
Three little hungry bundles with mews so small you really wondered if they were really there. One blue/cream calico, a tortie and a black male-very hungry and covered with biting beasties. 
Their first experience as new fosters was the traditional flea bath. After what seemed 1000 fleas met their demise each kitten was dried and tucked into the new containment area-the bath tub. Food, litter and water and a nice cuddly blanket and three sleepy kittens drifted off to sleep. 

After a few hours of sleep, the kittens wakened scarfing down their food and started exploring. In the safety of the enclosed tub shower shapes darted about, much to the frustration of Laura Scudder and her brood. Then the "Let us out" cries were sounded. Laura's brood left for the bedroom and the kids came out. 

First came Angel Face-fluffy little tortie with a silent meow. Pick her up and such a purr! Next popped up Tommy, gangley legs bed(?) ears and a purr that would drown out the largest motorboat. Finally out come Patches-blue/cream and white and shy as all get out. When you reached down, unlike her siblings, she hissed. So naturally she was the one you had to win over. 

Tucking Patches in to my shirt I went downstairs and watched TV while petting softly. Finally after 1 hr. of intense stroking Patches began to purr & cuddle. This process continued for three days until when picked up she purred.

Finally the dreaded adoption day arrived. Five fosters were in tow. We headed for Petco. Everyone "ooded" and "aahhed" and "isn't' she sweet" one family wanted Patches but the kids were like wild Indians and there was simply no way! She had a drippy eye, I said. In an ophthalmologist. Pin It

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