OK. So, yesterday John was on his way to work (they don’t get Memorial Day off because they get Mardi Gras off… only here). A short while after he left, I get a text that says: “Call me!” And has this pic attached:
He was driving along the highway down the bayou and spotted her in the middle of the road. A truck was coming, so he pulled over with his flashers on, ran out, and picked her up. He didn’t see other kittens or a mama cat – and this part of the bayou does, in fact, have gators.
So, he brought her home.
I ran out and got food, and John brought droppers back from the lab. She didn’t want to eat or go to the bathroom at first, which made me super nervous. I got some excellent advice from cat experts (thanks, Erik, Erin, and Jeree!) and we set her up in the upstairs bathroom away from all the dogs and Newt.
She was covered in fleas, so we gave the little dear a bath. Which she hated.
Now, I’m off to the vet to get her checked out.
We have officially reached capacity!
Please, everyone, think happy thoughts – first and foremost about finding Molly a forever home! If we could get her a family, it would lighten the load (and free up our living room), so that we could then put our extra efforts into this little Petunia.