I'm Easily Distracted by Kittens. Are You?
Today I went to Pet Supermarket to make a quick cat food run. As usual, I'd let Pimp and Moo's food get down to the last few kibbles before going out to get more. I never let them run out, of course, but I'm always last minute.
I had just left yoga and was a sweaty mess, so I meant to just run in and out.
Until, that is, I walked by the stack of three cages by the front door. In them were three perfect (they're all perfect) cats who were rescued from Broward County Animal Services. My Pet Supermarket helps adopt the cats out, which is great because I'm pretty sure that's a kill shelter. I never walk by without at least sticking a finger in and giving any cat there each a head rub.
Anyway, in the bottom cage was this hunched over, scrawny, wirey, sleepy tuxie kitten who couldn't have been more than seven weeks old. A teeny, tiny little thing. Sad looking.
So, being the kind of person that I am, I immediately dropped my stuff to the floor, opened up the cage and gently lifted that little sweet thing from her cage. She had just been spayed (her belly was shaved and her stitches were still there) and she had a little cold. Poor thing sneezed as soon as I picked her up.
And then she started purring. A motor like you've never heard before. The loudest, happiest, most heart-warming purr ever.
So I cuddled with this snotty, sneezy skinny kitten for at least 10 minutes. I'm pretty sure she would have fallen asleep in my arms with her head on my shoulder. She was all bones, but safe. The woman at the register (who was also a cat lover and gave the sweet kitten a little cat bed in her cage while I was there so she could sleep more comfortably) told me that she is getting antibiotics daily and that someone comes by daily to make sure they are healthy and well-cared for.
I was in desperate need of a shower and hungry for dinner, but you know what? This kitten need that 10 minutes of love from me more than I needed soap or food! So she got it.
And I'm probably going back tomorrow to check on her again. Because that's the kind of person I am.
I know others cuddle them and pet them through their cages, but I like to think I'm doing my part to make her purr, too. And if she's not there, then I'll know that someone got really, really lucky and got a really, really great new family member.
Just so you know, the other two cats got love from me, too, of course. One was a beautiful black girl, a couple years old and the other was an older, sick Siamese girl who was also just spayed. I don't know what kind of life she had since she was just getting spayed, but I'm happy she's safe. She seemed very sweet, too.
Do you guys get easily distracted by cats like this like I do?