Furry Surprise

For a couple days I had been hearing a kitten crying outside. Each time I would go out to try and call to it or find it, the mewing would stop.

Finally, last week, this little creature decided food was more necessary than complete safety, so it came knocking on our back door.

We tried to capture her on Friday for a vet trip, but she’s outsmarted us so far. We picked up kitten food and vitamins, and she’s so little she seems inclined to stick close to her sleeping spot under the deck and come up and insist we put food out if she’s not happy with the current offerings.

We’ve devised an ingenious food bowl to keep the ants out of her food, although I believe the raccoons may have visited last night so we’ll need to bring the food in at dark.

In the evenings I believe she’s decided we are her personal entertainment system. Initially she was only fascinated by MoonStar and Waffles. (MoonStar spends a fair amount of time looking at her through the glass.) But now she seems to think we are all the best show on television.

Life…always interesting.