Remember the day we moved to Makati, and I showed up at home with this…
Well, last night after dinner at the Ayala Park, Karl was ahead of me as he was stopping by McDonalds to get us sundaes (another oops…), and as I walked with Lily I spotted this scared gray kitten, completely terrified and alone.
I don’t need to tell you that when I waved my husband back across the street that I was not his favorite person then. But how can I leave a tiny kitten left to die like that? (And I think 2 kittens in 2 years in a city where there are strays everywhere is a pretty good number, no?)
So we brought him home, and under the light I saw how filthy he really was. Off to the sink with some pet soap he went, and after lots (and lots) of scrubbing, and a total of three wash-rinse cycles (for real!), we got all the fleas and dirt out, and turns out the gray kitten was actually white…
And he might look well fed, thanks to his longer than usual fur, but he’s a skinny little thing once you touch him – you can feel every single rib and spine bone. But we solved that problem by quickly feeding him after the bath (yay for not having to bottle feed again!), and boy, was he starving!
And I even cuddled with him a bit on the couch. He purrs like no cat I’ve ever seen, and loves to cuddle and knead. So different than the other kitten who was a feisty little thing!
Karl’s mean cold heart finally softened too, and he snuggled with the kitten today.
Of course, we can’t keep him. Not only a newborn is entering our lives soon, but Lucas made it clear to us (again!) that he is in a one-cat family (nothing like seeing your sweet grown cat madly hiss at a tiny kitten).
Vet is coming tomorrow, and hope to advertise him for adoption soon once he gets a clean bill of health. He’s such a little snuggly thing, that hopefully won’t be too hard for him to find a good home! (Anyone in Manila reading this wants to adopt a kitty?)