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bobquasit ([personal profile] bobquasit) wrote2004-10-08 10:03 am
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Kitten & A Restless Night

Sebastian has named the new kitten "Sara". I'm not sure why, unless it's after my cousin.

She started limping quite badly last night; I suspect that our other cat, Baby, might have bitten her (imitating the attack of [livejournal.com profile] charibdis's cat, Gwen, on Sam last year). But the two mostly seem to hiss at each other when they run into each other, and as such things go, it really hasn't been too bad. Teri tells me that Sara isn't limping this morning. Nonetheless, she'll take her to the vet just to be safe.

Sara seems to be housebroken. Teri showed her the litter box in the basement, and she made several trips down there on her own. She's quite well-behaved, not at all feral. I wonder if she belonged to someone? Did she get lost, or did they abandon her? I haven't seen any "lost kitten" signs.

We're pretty sure she was living outside for at least a while, because she was awfully thin.

We made a little nest out of blankets downstairs for her; Teri thought she wouldn't be able to jump over the child gate at the top of the stairs. Nonetheless at 1:30am I woke to feel a warm and furry little body against (almost under) my right thigh. Somehow she'd gotten upstairs and into our bed, and she was purring. I imagine it must have been awfully cold and scary when she was outside at night.

I give off an incredible amount of heat, by the way, which is probably why cats are attracted to me - particularly when it's cold.

I worried that I might accidentally roll over and crush her, so I moved her over a little...and of course she moved right back against me, purring. What could I do? Teri wasn't giving me much space; she'd moved into the middle of the bed. So I resigned myself to the inevitable and contorted myself to fit the space I had as best I could.

Then at 3:30am I heard the pattering of little feet. Sebastian usually comes to our bed when he wakes up, but that's normally at 5am or later. Nonetheless, he crept up into our bed and pushed between me and Teri (Sara was on the far side, towards the edge of the bed).

I didn't sleep very well after that. Sometime later Sara must have gone downstairs again, and had a yowlfest encounter with Baby; but again, I've been living with cats my whole life, and this wasn't really a fight.

Got up at 5:25am, turned off the alarm, went downstairs, took a shower, and headed out to work. Got a decent parking space and made my train. Now I'm looking forward to the weekend; someone's visiting, and we'll be having a big party for Sebastian on Sunday. There'll be hamburgers (I'm barbecuing) chips, macaroni salad, vegetarian quiche (my mother's bringing that), salad, and of course a Thomas the Tank Engine cake from Wright's Dairy.

It should be a lot of fun!

Quick note: I've discovered that tiptoeing on squeaky floorboards is actually noisier than walking flat-footed. I guess spreading out the pressure between two points (the heel and ball of the foot) is a more effective sneaking technique. Live and learn. :D

[identity profile] klyfix.livejournal.com 2004-10-08 10:56 pm (UTC)(link)
I'm guessing that the cats have to establish heirarchy, plus if the kitten
encountered other cats and critters on the street it probably wasn't on
friendly terms. Once they get all that stuff resolved they'll be fine, I'd
expect.