Joey and I are walking down his driveway about to go out last night when I hear a kitty meowing. In his driveway I spy the kitty, friendly as can be. She was begging for someone. She let me pick her up. *SUCKER!* Anywho...Joey knows the look on my face and goes NO! Put it down. He told me it was probably the guy's next door that he had tons of cats. So I deposit kitty in the back yard(no fences) and hope she goes back to wherever she came from. She had to originally come from someone's home or someone's cat had kittens because she's very friendly.
Anywho, 3 hours later we come home. Who is still in the driveway? Kitty. Joey is ticked. He says no more animals. It's not coming in my apartment. (For some reason he rented a No pets apt.) So I'm standing in his living room holding kitty not budging. Joey starts saying how he has no milk and we'll put water in the back and if she's still there by morning we'll bring her to the SPCA. I'm still not budging from the living room with kitty. He grudgingly gives in a little and he brings me back to my place so I can care for kitty.
I waited until this morning to talk to him because I know he's grumpy when he's tired. He asked if I was going to call the SPCA. After I did a whole lecture on how they have too many, she'd most probably be PTS(I e-mailed my friend who works for our SPCA last night, she said unless I bring kitty to her to bring to the SPCA so she can put her name on kitty( so that kitty has to be adopted) that kitty will be PTS) I told him I'd like to try to find her a home myself ( or didn't say this out loud...*whispers* keep her.) Anyone want a kitty so I don't have to make that decision?!
He looks at me with this resigned look on his face and says"You will find her a home, right?" I responded in all seriousness, "Of course, I'll *try* to find her a home." I just know he knows that we may have another addition. For I found her(or she found me) I fed her and now she's my responsibility.I can't let her go unless I know she's in a good home.
As much as he grumbles, he's a teddy bear. He told me to go back to sleep this morning (it was 9 am) that he would feed the critters because I didn't get to bed until after 3am.
Kitty is a doll. Followed me all around the bathroom. Wasn't pleased with the nail clipping, bath and flea treatment. She's also skinny but she wasn't dehydrated. She was starving and proceeded to scarf down the kitty food I gave her. For now she's sequestered in my downstairs bathroom.
What am I going to do with her?!?!
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