Final Kitten Update
As I was reading thru my posts, I realized I never finished the story (well, at least my part of it) about the orphaned kitten.
The kitten left after a recuperative two weeks at my house, separated from the other cats other than a brief confrontation with our wacked out Tailless Wonder Wilson which made the kitten hiss & fluff as much as she was able in her hairless condition. TW Wilson is another story for another time however.
After the two weeks, S started to grumble, I was a little tired of cleaning up kitten mess (she apparently had no idea what the litterbox was for despite my constant attempts to explain & show it to her), but she was a bundle of energy & feeling good so Mom agreed to take her home. I delivered her on a Saturday & Mom put her in the bedroom, isolated from her cat clan, and the kitten promptly started using an old cat bed as her toilet. At least it was old! But, before you think that my mother's home has become a litter box, the kitten, upon being allowed out to socialize with the others, learned to use the box - she must've seen the other cats do it & got the idea. I'm glad. There's few things worse than an un-potty-trained kitty.
Two weeks later I visited Mom's and saw the kitty. I am very happy to report that she is growing her fur back in and, altho' still skinny, it's more of a svelte skinny than bony (or skeletal in her case - I've never seen a skinnier, more starving cat than her) skinny. She looks sort of like a miniature cheetah. And WOW is she a handful. I'm glad we got her out of the house - she's all adrenaline & kitten teeth & claws.
Mom named her "Eppie". I don't know where she gets these names, I never have understood why she wants to dub these animals such weird monikers - I grew up in a house with cats named "Weener", "Tuffy" (Tuffy later became simply "Wee" because he was), "Yellow", "Spaz" and "Gidget". I know Gidget is common, I just don't like it. We also had a cat named Apple Pie, but that was all my fault - but give me a break. I was five when I came up with that. Other cats that I named in the house had slightly more dignified rings - Cosby, Sappho, Emily & Amanda, India & Hawk.
Anyway. Mom named her that because she's a "shot of adrenaline". I suppose that's fitting, but all I can think of is some character - was it a Jim Carrey character? named Eppie Epperman. And then all I can think of is Carrey's disturbing Fireman character from whatever that show was that I never watched. In Living Color I think it was. Regardless, Eppie is Mom's cat now & she can name her whatever she wants without me saying (a comment that followed most of Mom's kitty namings in our household), "Mom, that's a really dumb name."
So, one more kitty waif off the street & into a good home. The gods were smiling kindly on little Eppie the day Mom found her. It makes me happy.
The kitten left after a recuperative two weeks at my house, separated from the other cats other than a brief confrontation with our wacked out Tailless Wonder Wilson which made the kitten hiss & fluff as much as she was able in her hairless condition. TW Wilson is another story for another time however.
After the two weeks, S started to grumble, I was a little tired of cleaning up kitten mess (she apparently had no idea what the litterbox was for despite my constant attempts to explain & show it to her), but she was a bundle of energy & feeling good so Mom agreed to take her home. I delivered her on a Saturday & Mom put her in the bedroom, isolated from her cat clan, and the kitten promptly started using an old cat bed as her toilet. At least it was old! But, before you think that my mother's home has become a litter box, the kitten, upon being allowed out to socialize with the others, learned to use the box - she must've seen the other cats do it & got the idea. I'm glad. There's few things worse than an un-potty-trained kitty.
Two weeks later I visited Mom's and saw the kitty. I am very happy to report that she is growing her fur back in and, altho' still skinny, it's more of a svelte skinny than bony (or skeletal in her case - I've never seen a skinnier, more starving cat than her) skinny. She looks sort of like a miniature cheetah. And WOW is she a handful. I'm glad we got her out of the house - she's all adrenaline & kitten teeth & claws.
Mom named her "Eppie". I don't know where she gets these names, I never have understood why she wants to dub these animals such weird monikers - I grew up in a house with cats named "Weener", "Tuffy" (Tuffy later became simply "Wee" because he was), "Yellow", "Spaz" and "Gidget". I know Gidget is common, I just don't like it. We also had a cat named Apple Pie, but that was all my fault - but give me a break. I was five when I came up with that. Other cats that I named in the house had slightly more dignified rings - Cosby, Sappho, Emily & Amanda, India & Hawk.
Anyway. Mom named her that because she's a "shot of adrenaline". I suppose that's fitting, but all I can think of is some character - was it a Jim Carrey character? named Eppie Epperman. And then all I can think of is Carrey's disturbing Fireman character from whatever that show was that I never watched. In Living Color I think it was. Regardless, Eppie is Mom's cat now & she can name her whatever she wants without me saying (a comment that followed most of Mom's kitty namings in our household), "Mom, that's a really dumb name."
So, one more kitty waif off the street & into a good home. The gods were smiling kindly on little Eppie the day Mom found her. It makes me happy.
posted by RCSure | 10:50 AM
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