On the way to dinner with friends last night, I spied a scrap of a shadow by the curb of a parking lot. Since both I and my Beloved are suckers,we pulled into the parking lot and gently fished a six-week-old kitten out from under a car.
Clearly, our dinner plans changed. After a quick stop for kitten supplies, we turned the studio into Kitten Central for the night and ate frozen pizza.
After a wellness visit to the vet today, we now know that we’ve got a one-pound flyweight fighter who is basically healthy, by street cat standards. He needed some antibiotics for gummy eyes, standard pest treatment, and there’s a scheduled follow-up in a month for the first round of shots.
He told us his name is Ashe.
Do we need a fifth cat? Not really. But he was scared, and hungry, and tiny and the world is scary, large, and indifferent to the little things.
Do good where you can, Divas. Always.
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