It all started last night, when this showed up on our doorstep, via Jen:
I realize these photos might not provide a whole lot of clarification, because a 10-day-old kitten bears a striking resemblance to...not a whole lot, actually. So if you haven't seen one before, you could just as easily think you've stumbled on a baby Ewok (if you believe in that kind of thing). (Which, deep down, I do).
So, while Jen (who found this little tyke abandoned in a field next to her house) ran to Walmart to buy the necessary provisions (namely, KITTEN formula and a teeny tiny bottle), Noah and I babysat. If you're wondering what a kitten this small sounds like, here you go:
All this is to say that I offered to take care of the kitten today and help find a foster home for it, so Jen brought him/her over this morning at 7:30 just after I washed my hair, and so I was feeding it while my hair was drying too fast in the towel and Ethan was happy and wanted to pet it and the moral of this ramble is MY HAIR ENDED UP LOOKING STUPID because I didn't have time to re-wet it before drying it. The bangs...I can't even talk about it. Disaster.
When I got home, I clipped back my bangs, which improved things. And Noah, very kindly, told me my hair looked cute.
5 comments:
Wow--that is one ball of cute kitten fluff--a gold star for your family and the good deed.
Thank you! You know, sometimes a gold star really lifts the mood. Philosophical thought of the day: Maybe more adults would be less childish if they still got gold stars for good deeds.
Awww...I am such a sucker for teeny tiny abandoned or homeless animals. I had to stop looking at our local shelter's website because I almost adopted a blind and deaf 10-year-old miniature poodle. Good lord, like I NEED that on top of my other weirdo animals. So I just sat there and cried. And then I thought, "Stop crying and go eat something." So I did.
Moral of this story? Um, not sure. But if I lived close by, I'd also volunteer to foster the kitten and then NEVER GIVE IT BACK. :)
TNR--I used to do the exact same thing. And then I had to stop, because I started gaining weight on top of feeling despondent all the time.
Oh. My. Gosh. That is the cutest thing ever. I want it! My husband would probably not approve of another black kitten, but why don't you go ahead and stick it in an envelope and send it up my way anyway? I'll deal with him later.
But, um, speaking of crazy hair... that cat's hair is all over the place. I'm sure by comparison yours looked positively normal.
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