July 13, 2005

MISS SCARLET!!! MISS SCARLET!! I don't know NOTHIN' 'bout raisin' no kittens!!

Ok...Here's the updates as we have them.
We were whacked so far with a HUGE ungodly vet bill (even WITH the 25% off 'Good Samaratan' discount). There's still some more boarding to pay...medication...etc. I really wonder if this was worth it to take them to a real vet and not to a no-kill shelter.

Anyway.... Yesterday I brought them home for 4 hours to try and see which was better to keep.

Now with that I must explain one of our new little friends. The gray and white, featured in the pictures, is a she-devil. She's quite shy. Yet once out of the box, she zooms like a photon torpedo to the first place that looks safe. The first night we brought them home, she found a way to get between a loveseat and an end table. Anyway...so I get her out and then in a squirm and a bite she was gone. Needless to say I was scratched and bit on the hand pretty bad. I then brought out the gloves (more on the gloves later). She jetted like the Flash around the room, up onto the loveseat like Spiderman then ran into the kitchen making a beeline for a very bad place...between the wall and the refrigerator.

I thought she broke her neck or impaled herself on the dispersion blades of exposed heating ducts. So I get the gloves...clean out shit we were so uselessly storing (who the hell needs a washboard these days? Bah! This stuff was there when we moved in). We tried to get her with a broom... No go. She played dead. Nearly freaked me out cause we're not used to small things. The dust was everywhere. So I reach in and try to slip my gloved hand under her butt. She goes up and then falls. Second attempt and I get her out. Holding tightly she realizes I'm now immune to her clawing. She calms a little. We put them in the blankets you see in the Webkittynwarbles.com blog. Then we return them to the box and Webkittyn sits and watches vigil overnight on a closed box.

Now flash forward to yesterday... You'd think I'd have learned. I thought they got a little calmer... NOPE! As soon as she's brought out of the box (the boy cat is calm...mostly because it's still hurt from a bite it had taken) ZOOM! We're off to the races. Now we blocked off the kitchen, closed the closet... This time it's BEHIND THE COUCH! We leave her a bit, but to no avail. Instead, I take a cane and an authintic replica lightsaber and prod her forward enough to make another grab.

We get onto the couch and she 's calming down again... I thought I could get up and bring her over to the boy kit, but NO, the couch is old and attempts to eat me... The cat freaks and off we go AGAIN! This time it makes a beeline for the cd rack next to the tv. It literally parks itself face into the rack as if in a parking garage next to some old VHS tapes and tries to climb in as far as possible grabbing onto carpet. She's a strong little fucker.

After getting her out, Webkittyn kind of gets her to calm in her lap. She can't figure out which one she wants. She's afraid she'll make the wrong decision. She seemed to work well with WK. Now... About the gloves. They were under the seat of a car. When I passed around the girl, I thought she peed herself... Later I figured it out that she was slicked a little my old unused motor oil residue from the gloves.

I called the vet and they said motor oil is a tad dangerous, but they were checked and are ok.

And it only gets WORSE when they come home to live for good? Oy.

Tomorrow morning at 10:30, I go pick them up so Webkittyn can decide which will go with us and which will go to a friend. She'll have an entire day and night to figure out who goes where. I'm partial to the boy. Maybe because his injury makes him docile.

We shall see what joys the next few days bring...

Posted by Darkstar at July 13, 2005 05:13 PM