Monday, October 24, 2016

So, about that orange kitten ...

When I was at the farm on Friday evening (see previous post), the woman pointed out a wee orange kitten.  "This one's the baby," she said.  "It's the only kitten left from this summer.  And I'm scared to death that something's going to happen to her.  Do you think you could find her a home?"

Well.  I knew that the rescue was currently experiencing kitten overload, but the idea of leaving that tiny kitten there in that cold barn with all those big ol' barn cats was ... not comfortable.  I know, I KNOW, I'm a big idiot.  What can I say?  I called the rescue when I got home, explained the situation, and asked if there was any way they could squeeze in one more, if I agreed to foster it and bring it in ASAP for leuk testing.  Done!  Oh, and I also ended up kitten-sitting a bunch of bottle-feeders for the rescue on Sunday, but hey, quid pro quo. 

Saturday afternoon, I went and scooped up the kitten.  "Are you sure you want to do this?," I asked the woman.  "Oh, yes," the woman said.  "She's such a friendly little thing, and I'm scared that she'd going to end up under a tractor or something."  "Does she have a name?," I asked.  "Oh, no, no," the woman said, but I thought I heard her mention something about "Pumpkin" before I left.

Meet Punkin Pie:

Yes, yes, that *is* my bathroom, where she spent Saturday evening, since  I couldn't get her in for leuk testing until Sunday morning.  (You don't ever want to mix untested kittens with ones who have already been tested.) As you can see, she is undernourished, and her back legs seem to be somewhat lacking in muscle tone, although she does manage to get around with no problem.   The woman thought she was around four months old, although when I weighed her she was only a little over two pounds, so she's either a lot younger than the woman thought, or she's got some serious weight to make up. 

Sunday morning was the leuk/FIV test (negative!  yaaaaaay!), so it was time to meet the Foster Campers.

Check out the floofy tail on that kitten on the left!  They were ALL pretty floofy, and intensely curious, but Punkin is used to big ol' barn cats, so anytime the campers would get too aggressive, she'd hiss and yowl and they'd back right off.

Mama had to check out the situation as well, by doing a little butt-sniffin':

  And by last night, the other kittens were snuggling up to Punkin at naptime.  I think she's going to be fine as the newest member of Foster Camp.

Welcome, little Punkin Pie!  It's good to have you with us.

Anybody want a kitten?  :)


Random Felines said...

awww - glad she tested negative and is now one of the gang

fmcgmccllc said...

You need to stop me and say no because I kinda want that cat. She speaks to me. Say no.

rockygrace said...

Random, I'm always amazed at how quickly kittens become friends.

and fmcetc., to you I say, ROAD TRIP!!!!! haha.

James P. said...

Could you please post a picture of the new kitty P.Pie snuggling up or playing with the others.......just so's we'll know for sure????

Tails from the Foster Kittens said...

aww.. awesome. Purrs for oodles of adoptions for you guys soon

rockygrace said...

Ginny, will do.

and Tails, yes, ADOPTIONS!! PLEASE!! :)