I swear, if I hear that one more time, I believe I will throw something at the person asking! Had a woman come by tonight and she wants a cat. But she wants one of “color” so I guess, black, black and white, grey and white, or grey and black don’t qualify. They are kittens, they come as they are. You don’t order them in patterns and colors unless you are dealing with a breeder. I am not a breeder, I am a rescuer. I wasn’t impressed with her anyway and her daughter was running after the cats in the enclosure and clapping her hands. I tried to get her to stop, but her mom got a bit offended at my intervention. I sent them on their way pretty quickly.
Truman has injured his leg somehow. I have him on cage rest and hope by tomorrow he will be better. I am hoping he just jammed his leg, but lameness is also a sign of the calici virus (as my friend Dusty just reminded me). Hopefully though, it is just a sore leg and nothing more sinister.
Well, I’ve been taking care of a couple of cats lately, for about a couple of weeks. It was great fun, even having a cat jump up and down on me while I was trying to sleep. I found that to get the cats to behave I had to split my affections fairly equally, even though one of the two was much more aggressive in her demands for said affection. I won’t miss trying to read my computer screen or pages of a book while trying to peer around a kitten’s face. But the apartment feels a little emptier.