The other night the girlys slept at their Aunties house - Mr.T and I took advantage of the night alone. hehehe.
We live on a dead end there are two paths that lead into what us city dwellers refer to as 'The Woods'. The paths seem to go in opposite directions, one goes right, the other left. I traveled these woods during my childhood, many many times. They are a right of passage of sorts. Twenty or so years ago, me and my girlfriends would walk the path on the right from our housing plan to the plan in which I live now. I knew the path endpoint had to change because there is a new house that was built on the exact spot we would enter/exit. Mr.T and I wanted to recon these paths before we introduced them to the girlys, with the girlys gone for the evening this was the perfect opportunity.
The path did indeed lead to nothing, nothing that would enable us to enter the housing plan in which my mom and sis live. Mr.T, husky doggie and I had to cut through a yard to enter the plan. We walked through the housing plan to the other side where the other path leads (see not really opposite paths but both loop back to sorta-somewhat the same housing plan).
This path begins/exits on the borders of a very much unused ball field. When we reached the path, hidden in the woods was a young kitty (a few months old) that was starved for attention. He was extremely verbal, meow, meowwwwwwww...hubby wouldn't let me stop, meow ... we continued walking towards home meowwwwwwwwwww. We heard the constant meowing until we were about 1/2 way home through the path.
I went to bed thinking about the kitty. It wasn't born in the wild, most likely dumped. Many pets are dumped at this field... many. Our husky doggie was a stray from around this area. Many many pets adopted by our neighbors came from this same field. Thoughts of young teenagers out to prove something crept into my head (these cats would not live till the end of summer-too friendly, not wilderness savy. If the kitty was born in the wild it would know how to survive and would most likely avoid people. This kitty wanted a home, a clean bed, a plate of food. I couldn't just leave it there to die.
Yesterday after work I stopped by the field (I told myself that if it was still there the next day, then it was an omen-I do this to myself often). I had the girlys tow, for I had just picked them up from my mother's house (both dad and mom are retired and watch my girlys for me---lucky, I know). Much to my surprise there was not one kitty, but two, probably brothers but one was significantly larger than the other. They were both friendly and in need of love (and a bath). So the girlys took them in their arms and we drove home.
I was not looking forward to seeing the face on Mr.T. NOPE NOPE NOPE!
Mr.T, the husky and my cat were not in a charitable mood and all became extremely distressed when we arrived with two little kitties in my girlys arms. These kitties are so verbal, purring, content in the girls arms, they are completely adorable. My showstopper made signs to post around the neighborhood offering up one or two kitties - I took pictures to put on the signs, we walked the neighborhood looking for a kind soul that would relieve our burden. NO SUCH LUCK.
Mr.T printed directions to the Humane Society for me. Thanks for that (humpf).
I came today and told everyone about our new friends and found a home for one of them. YEAH!
Can I get the husky and my overprotective cat used to this little guy? The husky wants to eat it... both the husky and my cat are girls - girls are extremely territorial (they still hate each other and avoid one another at all costs - they aren't pals by any stretch of the imagination).
What to do? What to do?
