It's all Dragon Queen's fault. Remember her? She's the one who shows up at your door with a handful of kittens and says, "They need a home?" and before you know it, they're at home with you? She's just that way, Dragon Queen. The stray animals love her; street cats see her coming, and follow her home. Well, this time, it wasn't any different.
Heading down a one-way alley in downtown Y. the other day, DQ’s visiting father yelled “Kittens!” and before anyone could say “There’s more than one way to skin a cat”, the entire family was gathered around, looking at the litter. The shop owners, soon to move away, were desperate to find homes for the eight-week old kitties, and DQ knew that I was on the lookout for a couple. So, after school yesterday, she took me down to see the litter.
How to choose? Some of them were sleeping in a pile of five; others were scampering about and running out into traffic. How did they survive eight weeks? They were skinny and flea-bitten, and this country is known for cat cuisine. (No, I’m not kidding. You won’t see a stray cat anywhere here, since they show up on dinner plates. Dogs, on the other hand, rule this city, running wild and feral through the streets in ferocious packs.) I finally settled on the sole black one, and a shy Abyssinian kitten, who could sleep in the palm of my hand.
And how bad did we feel in leaving the rest? DQ moped the whole way home, wanting to take them all home. I kept reminding her that she already had two cats and two dogs, so enough already. No worries. Within 24 hours, DQ used her powers of persuasion to find homes for the rest of the litter. (Students will do ANYTHING for an “A” in DQ’s English class!) :-)
So, they are at home. Aren’t they the cutest things EVER? They weigh less than a pound, and that ball that the black one is looking at is about the size of a small walnut.
DQ and I shampooed them, de-fleaed them, and fed them. And now: I’m stuck with a dilemma other than where to find a good vet to get them fixed, how to get rid of their worms, and how to stop their meowing: what to name them?
Any suggestions, dear readers?