We have a friend who seems to attract stray animals. In the past year she's found and ended up adopting two small dogs. I was always amazed at how this seemed to happen to her in particular.
Now I'm afraid she may have rubbed off on us.
We found this adorable ball of fluff when we went out to walk Rosie this evening. It was mewing loud enough to hear halfway across the park. We tried to find Mom and any siblings, but no luck. And then Rosie tried to eat it.
Seriously, she snatched it out of Miss Chef's hands and...well, I can't say I'm proud of the way I started thumping on my dog, but it finally dawned on me that grabbing her jaws might be more effective. We were both terrified that she had seriously injured the poor thing, and I knew there was no going back. Off to the emergency animal clinic we went. An hour and a hundred dollars later, we became the reluctant and TEMPORARY owners of a tiny 4-week old kitten.
We are in for quite an eye-opener, I'm afraid. She has to be fed no less than every four hours. We both work two jobs and are often away from home for 12 hours at a stretch. We've recruited a neighbor to help out the next two work days, but I'm not sure how we're going to manage on such interrupted sleep. Not to mention keeping her out of dog's reach once she becomes more active.
Whoo-whee. Wish us luck, wouldja?
Yeah, there's more than one reason we don't have kids.