So I have a kitty being delivered tonight from Kendall.
This lovely girl I know from sailing, Kasia, has been feeding a kitty by where her boyfriend is working on his boat. Although this cat, Oreo, seems to be just a kitten herself, it's become obvious in the past few weeks that Oreo is, in fact, full of kittens.
So Kasia, living with a roommate who is allergic to cats, and having a boyfriend who is allergic to cats too, is trying desperately to find a home for this sweet little thing.
Then Hurricane (or Tropical Storm, or whatever) Ernesto popped up.
I tried writing a few people today that have spare bedrooms.. No takers. And I can't very well tell Kasia to take her to the shelter (I'm guessing pre-hurricane is a busy time there, which isn't so good for the animals they have, considering most shelters these days do put animals down when it's necessary). So, eh, I'll take her. For a few days. It really bums me out that this ain't my house, though; I really like the idea of repeating the Mamacat experience. Those couple of months were really full of good, wow-this-is-hard-work-but-really-worth-it feelings.
After I talked to Kasia, I called Balu and had to break the news to him much in the way you'd have to talk to your dad about having gotten detention. Where you follow up the bad news immediately with, "But it wasn't really my fault!" In this case, it was, "But she'll keep trying to find it a home! It'll just be a couple of days! I'll keep her in my room!"
The last one is going to be.. well, I dunno what I'm getting myself into here. :) My room is becoming quite the little storage unit. It's just tiny. And we're not going to think about the fact that little Oreo may not be accustomed to litterboxes yet. Yeah, not going to think about that at all.
Nor am I going to think about the fact that a cat (mine or the neighbor's, not sure) killed a rat and put it in my closet for me to discover it once it smelled so bad that Balu had to call me and warn me before I came home. The rat was given a proper burial last night in the backyard, but my room still stinks. Off to wash the closet floor with Dr. Bronner's.
Nor am I going to think about the fact that I already had a pregnant stray to worry about - my little grey cat on 441. But she won't let me touch her, so bringing her home for a couple of days really isn't an option, I guess.
Pics tomorrow, I'm sure..!