The 4 Seasons.

I tell you what. Today has been a crazy day so far and its just beginning.

To start off my day, I had to work 11pm- 7am.

So I Am 1. Cranky. 2. Tired. 3. Emotional (I get that way when I'm sleepy).

4 AM hits this morning and all, but the emotional, sensations dissappear when I

become "The Kitten Hunter" (kinda like the crocodile hunter, only with kittens... yeah).

Anywho. I'm sitting at work and I hear this loud "MEOW". I just figured its probably

our Tom cat being dumb because he's kinda that way sometimes. I walk past the

front door, and he's sitting out front up on his perch, sleeping.

Huh. That obviously wasn't the Tom Cat doing that noise. So I just shrugged it off.

Who knows, stray cat or something, nevermind. ... About a half hour later, it starts

back up again. I walked to the courtyard doors, only to find this tiny, little grey kitten.

All beaten up, matted coat, uckey boogery eyes, really scrawney looking thing.

For Starters- I am not a Cat lover. I'm a "Cat-Get-A-Long-Er".

It took me about 1/2 hour of chasing this little fart around the yard.

It finally cornered itself into a corner of the plase, and I walked up to it and

tried grabbing it. Bad Idea. Biting, scratching, clawing, hissing.

Ugh. Ugliest noises ever. Ok. So I decided to change my tacticts.

Roslyn, the Kitten Hunter, decided to use her foot to distract the kitten while

she grabbed it with her hands covered with her sweatshirt sleaves.

Check Mate. The kitten bit and scratched at my shoe the whole time I was

trying to grab it by its neck. But I got it.

Here's the Little Devil Herself.

The Poor thing. I feel Terrible for it.

Its Left eye is all matted and covered in boogers. She can't see out of it,

so I'm pretty sure she's blind in that eye. I put her in a box right away and gave

her some cat food, she gobbled it right up. Then I noticed a whole bunch of blood.

Ugh. Crap.... Needless to say it wasn't anything too serious. But still :( sore.

The bottoms of her feet were raw. I mean, the pads are completely worn away.

So they were bleeding profusely. So I put a paper towel in the bottom of the

box and that helped stop the bleeding.

Well. I took her home. Tried calling the Rescue Shelter here in town, but nobody

will call me back. So she's just chilling out in Sasha's kennel.

All huddled up in a corner, scared poopless of everything moving around her.

:( Poor Girl.

I try making her feel comfortable by throwing in some cat food and water.

She went for the food, but didn't want anything to do with the water.

So I tricked her. I took a biscuit, and soaked it in water, and she ate it.

Hah!

Then everything gets worse....

The Dog finds out.

She literally sits there, staring at the poor thing while its hissing and

spitting and all curled up in an arch.

Needless to say Sasha's getting a kick out of the deal, so she

takes front row seats to "Cats" the musical.

I finally felt bad so I covered the kennel with blankets, hoping

the poor little thing would get some sleep for once....

Sasha had other plans. She wanted that nuisence in her sight.

She didn't trust it being in her house, free to roam (even though

she couldn't get out... dumb dog).

About a 1/2 hour later I got the poor little kitten to simmer down, and

to a point where I could hold her again without her trying to hiss and get away.

All the sudden she starts purring.

Ugh. I felt like Sunshine on a Summer day.

"SHE LIKES ME!"

After that she started getting brave and wanting to walk around, so I let her.

She wandered under the bed, through the closet, and decided it was play time.

She played hide and go seek with Sasha for about 5 minutes before

Sasha decided it was Bath Time. Poor girl.

She didn't know what to think of such a large tongue licking her

face as rapidly as Sasha's was. She decided it was a little rough, and

went walking back into the kennel, all on her lonesome where she now

lays there, sleeping in her 4 Seasons Hotel.

Anyone want a poor little Stray kitten?

She's All Grey. Female. Fresh off the Street.

oooo. And she Loves dogs (I think).

Hopefully the Shelter calls me back. Brad won't let me keep her.

He's not a cat person at all. Eh.

We'll find a good home for her some how!

<3 Roz