Oy!

The “Crazy Cat Lady Kit” arrived while I was gone for Thanksgiving. I returned well after dark and emptied the truck. I had just settled into a long awaited bath when I heard the plaintive cries of a tiny kitten. I thought I was hearing things. I don’t have a kitten. I CAN’T have a kitten! I don’t WANT a kitten! After my bath, I went out back and sure enough, someone dumped a little orange and white kitten who was scared and looking for mama. I put out some extra food because it’s big enough to feed itself. But it was obvious it missed someone. It cried all night.

In the morning, there was a pecking order established over the food. Old Mama Kitty rules the roost so she chased the kitten off the porch till she was finished eating. When Little Bit, the big boy cat, came out of the woods for breakfast, the kitten chased him off and set to chowing down from every dish available. Including the warm Half & Half I put out for it. Oh, no…I REALLY don’t want another cat!

I set about my chores and was filling the bird feeders when Little Bit came out on the front porch and talked to me for awhile. He was definitely complaining about that little thing that was, even at that moment, weaseling it’s way into the farm family. He rolled around and looked cute for a little while just to make sure I loved him most. He won’t let me near him since he got flea medicine up his nose in August. But he’s warming up little by little. He doesn’t understand what happened to his peaceful breakfast. I told him I didn’t understand either. I don’t WANT another cat, I assured him. He looked at me steadily as if to say, “Yeah? How’s that working out for you so far?”

So, the chores progressed and the kitten has a name.

Tootie.

*sigh*

❤️

(picture is not the actual kitten, but it looks just like it)

“These fat cats have everything their hearts could ever wish for!”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭73:7‬ ‭NLT‬‬