Today during my morning lap around campus, I spied another kitten near the vending machine where we found two others. This one was black, tiny and lethargic where the others cussed me out for daring to pick them up.
When I swung by later on my way to Mike's office, it looked like the black kitten hadn't moved in 5 hours. So we found a box and I pulled the scrawny, ant-bitten little critter out from its resting place. I also caught a whiff of something dead in the vending machine; my guess is another kitten met an untimely end therein. Wonder if I should notify the physical plant folks? They have not responded to the email I sent Monday about the feral cats on campus.
Unlike the others, this kitten was vocal. Meowed all the way to the Humane Society. It was also in worse shape, healthwise--visible eye infection, a cold and some ant bites on its bum. I brushed off and squished all the ants I could. Hoping the Humane Society folks will take good care of the scrappy little furball and give it a good meal and a safe place to spend the night tonight--and for however many more nights it will have with them.
And, because we were there anyway, we stopped by the front to visit the adoptable cats. And we saw the same affectionate black cat we visited with Monday after dropping off the bag-o-feral kittens. We would have taken him home with us right then, but it was closing time.
Mike will be swinging by tomorrow to pick up the third member of our kitty family. We bought him a litterbox, food dishes and a scratching post tonight. Now we just need to come up with a name. Mike likes the name Cosby while I like Sharpton. Your suggestions?
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Actually, my vote was for the full South Texas name of: Billy Bob Cosby.
My vote would be for Roscoe Pico Pussy Cat. Although, I think Michael is on to something there...
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