This morning I took the Shibas to the vet for routine vaccines and a check-up. Both are healthy—except that Tay has gained five pounds & Aki has gained three (that's a LOT considering they were at 21 and 22 a few months ago). That's what happens when your owner breaks her arm & can't do regular walks or runs! I started light running last week, and Tay and I are quite the sight in the neighborhood, jogging at a slow pace, huffing and puffing, our tired old bodies taking turns dragging each other. But, as a friend pointed out to me, at least we are out and moving; that counts for more than sitting on the couch eating potato chips. I'm ashamed that my boy is so fat, but we'll get him down to fighting weight again. What a long 11 weeks it has been...
As I was leaving, Barb mentioned that she had foster kittens in the back; three, three-week old babies had been abandoned in a cardboard box. The office was open and the receptionist had gone to the back, and someone had bolted in and left the box on the counter. Part of me is appalled by how irresponsible this person is; part of me is glad they took them somewhere they knew would rescue them.
In any case, she brought them out and HOLY COW THESE ARE ADORABLE KITTENS!!! I went from, "No, I definitely don't need a second cat" to "Hmm... maybe I DO need a second cat" in .000003 seconds. They are strikingly beautiful babies.
This girl needs an "M" name to match the M on her forehead!
I knelt with one lil' girl to see if the Shiba Squad approved.
They both got wide-eyed and quivered with excitement as they licked and nuzzled her. I'm not sure if they were "kissing" her or "tasting" her. Better not bring one home, before they name her "Morsel"!!!
I posted these photos on Facebook, we hopped in the car, and headed off to the Humane Society to pick up Dog-n-Jog signs and posters. And no sooner did I pull into their drive, than did Mary Jane text me to tell me that her friend has been wanting a kitten, and they were on their way to Red Bridge Animal Clinic (my vet). A few minutes later... another text. Her friend adopted TWO! HOORAY! It made my heart so happy.
I spent an hour with the clowder of cats at HSGKC and was tempted again. They always have NICE cats. Very outgoing and friendly—smashing any stereotypes of the aloof cat. I successfully escaped without adopting, but a young couple came in to adopt as I was leaving. Hooray again! This calls for the Harlem Shake. Hit it, Rambo!
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