|Dusty at 6 month old. Photo by Kara Hartz|
Because the world always needs more cute kitten pictures, especially lately, I feel.
My husband and I go for an evening walk most nights. A couple weeks ago he heard a kitten crying in distress. He has great ears. After spotting the kitten and pointing her out, I could hear her at last too. She was across a four lane road, sitting on the sidewalk, just screaming. We crossed to her, and she tried to dart away in fear, but came up to the side of a building after a couple feet. The wall confused her and she just sat and stared at it instead of turning and continuing to run. Or perhaps she didn’t have any more energy to run, because when I picked her up she was fluff and bone. She fit curled up in one hand and I held her against my chest that way for the walk home, after we looked around for any people or other cats (mama cat specifically) she might belong with.
|Kitten. photo by Kara Hartz|
One eye was crusted shut, she was covered with dirt, foxtails and fleas. She relaxed within moments of my holding her, closed her eyes and sighed a tiny kitten sigh, snuggling into me. We posted on all the found pet places, online and in out community, and no one stepped forward to claim her. This didn’t surprise me considering her condition. We cleaned her up, fed her, and she has been coming to work with me for weight checks, and at last, yesterday, she was deemed old enough for viral testing, and starting her kitten vaccine series.
While we aren’t keeping her long term she has been cleared to meet our cats, which she is enjoying a lot, and they are enjoying her somewhat less so. Here she is delighting in playing with Meeko’s tail, and he in his infinite patience, is tolerating it. Until he didn’t. He did at last give her a hiss and a smack after she bit too hard. I wouldn’t have lasted as long as he did. He’s a great big kitty brother.
Soon, once they are done with some things that are keeping them busy and out of the house a lot, my parents will be adopting her. So, happy ending.
|Kitten Mystic biting Meeko’s tail. Photo by Kara Hartz|
|Panther the kitten. photo by Kara Hartz|
Her name is Panther. She was about 4 – 4 1/2 months old when we adopted her from the pound. She is perfect and delightful. Playful, silly, yet well behaved and cuddly. I thought I’ve give her and Meeko 2 weeks to start getting along before I worried about them. They were playing and sleeping together on day 3, and I’m not sure day 2 even counted since she wasn’t home all day. (She was with me at work getting her check up from the doctor).
She is everything I said I didn’t want in a new kitten. She was bottle raised, and she’s a girl, and still, I don’t think we could have found a more perfect fit for our hose than this fun cutie.
|Meeko and Panther. photo by Kara Hartz|
On a personal note, I may not have been actually ready for a new cat so soon after Bob. I thought, since we had discussed and wanted a kitten for awhile now, we were just holding off since Bob wasn’t doing well and we didn’t want to add additional stress to his life, that it wasn’t as though she were replacing him. We had plans for a kitten anyway, and Meeko seemed lonely. Only when I found myself constantly worrying about her, thinking something was wrong, or I should be doing more to care for her did I realize I was transferring all my unused worry and care taking time for Bob and placing it on poor little Panther, who didn’t need it.
|Kara and Panther selfie|
I’m far from being done mourning Bob. I think I’m leaving denial, and maybe moving into guilt and/or depression, but I’m coping. I may not be ready to bond again, but she is cute to watch and play with, and I keep reminding myself she’s fine. She doesn’t need medicine or trips to the vet. She needs playtime and cuddles, and we’ll both be okay eventually. The kids love her and she loves them. We are going to do all right here.