She showed up one day this summer all skin and bone. Yes we started to feed her, posted notices, called the Humane Society .... but no one came forward. She's a tiny thing and we figured maybe 6-9 months old. We thought she was black but nope she's a dark sable with little hints of white tips plus a tiny white spot on her belly.
Now I didn't want another cat, no matter how cute. My GC adopted her but hey she has to stay at my house as they have fishies, dogs and guinea pigs (yes all plural). Of course, the discussion of a name ... oh we had all kinds of ideas like pumpkin, blackie, sam, spookie, boo boo, Miss Kitty .. the list went on and on forever.
I dug through fabrics and found this fleece scrap, threw it into a box lid. I know I'm terrible but remember I didn't want another cat ... we have one already.
The granddogs, Tippy and Oreo, find her interesting and they're all about the same size. We do have to hide the cat food ... they eat it.
Tippy and Oreo said if you're going to stay we'll share one of beds with you. Yep I guess Boo-Boo Kitty is permanent and next month will get the snip snip done.
By the way, the Vet says she's about 2yrs old, weighs a big 7lb now and apparently most of her teeth in the front rotted away ... oh man that makes me sad. So sends some kisses and hugs to Boo-Boo Kitty and her new home.
