Our little baby rescue kitten isn’t quite so little anymore. Since her last update she has gained a couple more pounds and managed to rule over our entire home. She is now about 21 weeks old, small for her age (probably stunted from her difficult first few weeks of life), but still manages to boss the dog around and take over all of our furniture.
She is no longer afraid of the outdoors, in fact she often stands at the door and meows, just begging to go out and explore. She caught her first animal, a mole, and brought it inside to show her gratitude. Thanks cat. I have accidentally locked her out twice now, which appeared to be a much more traumatizing experience for me than for her.
Last week she was spayed and I was terrified that she would never trust me again or be the same after having surgery. However, she has been just as lovable and snuggly as ever, and is certainly just as feisty. The vet asked us to do our best to keep her calm the week after surgery. We tried, but by day 3 she had already pulled out her stitches. Naughty kitty. The doc threatened to staple her stomach, but luckily he changed his mind.
Today, she had her first snow day! I didn’t think she’d want to go out, but the second the dog ran out she was right behind her. I just love watching the animals step in the snow and then shake their wet feet off. There were four deer playing in the front yard too… I felt just like Snow White.
We love having our little rescue cat and are so happy with how healthy and happy she is with us.
Duckie and Belle seem to still be getting along fine. We just hope neither one of them tries to smother the baby in a couple of months!