A Tale of Four Cats In The Kitchen
I'm not sure what it is about us, but cats seem attracted to us like a magnet (particularly to my husband. Stray cats everywhere adore him! I never had this problem when I was single, having always struggled to keep things like goldfish and parakeets alive. I think animals cue into this vibe...) Our first kitty wandered into our lives in Alabama, where we found her eating scraps out of fast-food wrappers in a parking lot.
Then about two years later, we stumbled upon an abandoned cardboard box full of mangy little critters (were they kittens?), also in a parking lot (perhaps we should avoid parking lots in future...) We named them all after the characters from the movie Shaun of the Dead because they looked like little zombie kitties! We really thought they'd all die, but nursed them along anyway, hoping for the best.
Incredibly, they all made it, despite being covered with more fleas than we'd ever seen in our lives! They ate a ton of kitten food and we were fortunate to find homes for all but two of them so we didn't become Seven Cats In The Kitchen!
It was like Extreme Makeover, Kitten Edition.
(well, okay so it took a few months for them to start looking like their best selves...)
Soap and water worked wonders:
Look at what a little TLC will do for an abandoned kitten!
Look at those sweet sisters! Of course, they fight a lot too. Sisters do that!
Charlie Brown brought us up to Four Cats In The Kitchen in 2014. We found him abandoned in our neighborhood, where he was following people out on walks (us) like a little dog, wheezing sadly (other Siamese owners will know instantly what I mean) about being hungry and wanting to be taken home. How could anyone resist those baby blues?