Loony for Luna
|Luna at 5-weeks-old, 13 ounces|
When my daughter brought home a 5-week-old kitten, found shivering in a storm drain, my initial reaction wasn’t just “no”, it was “hellsabellsapoppin’ NO!” After all, our household already caters to two dogs, two cats, and two rats. Do we need another furry critter roaming about?
Apparently, we do. *sigh*
My daughter named her Luna, and on her initial visit to the vet Luna required de-worming and antibiotics for a respiratory infection. Luna brought fleas with her, too, but at only 13 ounces, she was too tiny for chemical treatment; the alternative was daily grooming with a flea comb.
I asked our vet if they had room for her in their cat adoption room. “No,” the doctor said. “But I can give you the numbers of a couple of no-kill shelters.”
Yeah, right. Like I would take a sick, furry baby to a shelter. I’d gnaw my arm off at the shoulder first.
And that, buttercup, is how Luna became the newest member of our furry menagerie. She graduated from helpless baby to sharp-clawed terrorist in just a few short weeks. She weighs in at 2 pounds, is now healthy and free of fleas, and thinks she owns the place. And pretty much, she does.
|Luna at 3-months-old, 2 pounds|
Luna hangs out with me while I’m writing and delights in batting things from my desk and laying kitty paw prints on my keyboard and screen. She also keeps my lap warm and purrs with contentment when I coo at her. Overall, she has proven herself to be a delightful muse.
Pray for me, please, that no other critter in need shows up at my doorstep. I’m running out of lap space.
Til next time –