I’m pretty sure no one noticed, but I fell off the face of the Earth a few days ago.
And here is why:
There was a peeping(mewing? squeaking? we weren’t sure) coming from the general vicinity of our bedroom on Friday night. At first I thought our neighbor had gotten some kind of new pet (bird? guinea pig? again, not sure). Then I thought we had a rodent in the walls (because it was late at night and I’m paranoid). We found this little guy(we’re pretty sure it’s a guy) under our building on Saturday morning.
As you can tell from the last paragraph, J and I aren’t the sharpest spoons, so we were at a loss about what to do with our infestation guest.
Now, I’ve worked with animals before – in shelters, as a rescue worker, and as a foster home. But that was a pile of narcotics lifetime ago. Since I couldn’t even tell the difference between a bird call and a meow, I wasn’t exactly confident in my animal-handling skills.
We’re also new to the area, so we don’t know how these things are handled around here. Back home, I had a list of people to call for support with animal rescue. Down here, someone might just decide to bring him home and cook him for supper.*
We decided to get him out of there ourselves and take it from there.
Kitty-poo(good name?) is finally doing well. We’ve gotten down suckling, urination, and even some bowel movement.
But I’m a mess.
Because, after 3 days of 8-feedings-a-day, periodic ass-wiping, and shit-tastrophes, I am reminded what it was like to have a newborn.
I haven’t showered. I’ve barely slept. And everything else has gone right down the crapper.
All I can focus on is keeping Trinket(?) alive.
This is exactly the kind of newborn-mom I was. And it is exactly why I should not do it again.
In the meantime, we have a kitten. We still need to name him and the vet appointment will be scheduled tomorrow. He is thriving so far and I’m very happy about it. A special thanks goes out to everyone I’ve pestered with updates and questions all weekend.
*I swear that’s not a Southerner joke. I would say the same thing if we lived in Pittsburgh.
**Sorry about all the BM talk. Hope you’re not easily put off your dinner!