Thursday, June 12, 2008
This is Peanut Butter.
She is our new kitten.
Saturday, after we got home from NYC and the boys got home from their camping adventure, I sent the boys out to pick up dinner that I had promised KayTar. When they got home, Josh said, "There is a tiny kitten under the car." So I went to check on it. It was so small and it looked pretty sickly and I couldn't leave it out in the wilderness of the suburbs, so I told Josh I would just keep it in the garage and go get some kitten food until we could get it to the vet and have it fixed up. Then we would let the vet adopt it out. Josh said fine, but we couldn't keep it. He has allergies. So I've been caring for it since Saturday, slowly falling in love with it and deciding that I couldn't adopt it out at all.
It become one of those things Josh and I both understood was going to happen. He knew I was keeping the cat. I knew I was keeping the cat. I just wasn't going to start the conversation. Tuesday I called vets to find an affordable option and yesterday morning BubTar and I took her in. Surprisingly, she just has the kitty strain of pink-eye! We were so worried it would be costly, but we ended up spending $10.95! She is only 5 weeks old, so she can't have her shots until next week, and then it will be two more weeks until she can have a flea treatment. We've got her moved into the house now, though, quarantined to the upstairs bathroom that has been heavily treated to prevent the spread of fleas. We also washed her in Lemon Joy dish soap and it killed a HUGE number of the little buggers. Since she is still too young for traditional flea treatments, we'll be using the Joy periodically to keep the numbers low.
Yesterday she finally perked up. After 5 days of begging her to like me, she is readily chasing me around and climbing into my lap. BubTar is in heaven. He said, "She is just so cute I can't stand it. I actually CANNOT stand it!" He's been spending lots of time with her since she moved into the house and begged to go to the vet yesterday. He hates errands, but he told me "I'll just be quiet and read my comics, Mom, deal?" So he came along, happily, and even got to help the vet check her out. I think he is the perfect age to bring another pet on board. I have a feeling they will be pretty good pals. He's already wanting to read her stories and can't wait until she is healthy enough to hang out in his room with him.
KayTar is a little too young and unpredictable to have around the kitten much, but she has a great love for cats and I'm sure she'll be pleased as punch to have her around, too. KayTar is actually responsible for the middle name. She was talking about Peanut and then said, "No, name is Peanut BUTTER." So Peanut Butter Tar, it is.
Posted by Kyla at 7:44 AM