… or two or three?
Because we have just acquired another one.
Friday evening, as I was heading to the supermarket, I met a
kitten in the middle of the street. I
said meow, he said meow. You know how it
is.
Anyway, one thing led to another, and he is now living with
us. (We have fenced off an area in the
bathroom for him, while he is in quarantine.)
X-rays at the vet yesterday showed that he has got a broken
leg, which the vet says will take about a month to heal. The broken leg makes him limp a bit (which is
why we decided to take him home with us).
When we found him, he was very dirty and skinny, but he had
a red Chinese-style knotted string around his neck. So we guess he must be an abandoned (or lost)
pet.
We will put up posters, and advertise around. Hopefully his previous family will want him
back. Or if not, any other family is
welcome to take him.
Any other family is welcome to take either Maggie or Kitty,
too. It would be wonderful if we could
find caring homes for them, before we move to New Zealand in September.
By the way, his name is Mickey. Mulan named him this morning. She said he needs an “M” name.
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