|Five minutes after arriving|
Those that know me are probably very much aware of how I've been jonesing for a cat fix over the past five or six months. Since I moved to the Midwest, I had two brief encounters where I was able to pet a kitty for a few minutes. Yeesh, the kitty drought is over in a big way.
|Grayson going to Mammoth|
Not surprisingly, the plan got altered. Kelli called up on Thursday, saying one of her friends found a young stray kitten, and asked if I could keep him overnight and take him up to the Mammoth area. He was supposed to go to one of Kevin's mom's friends.
Oh, Thursday night... I met this little gentleman. He really is a prince. Easily the most considerate and wonderful kitten I've ever had the pleasure of caring for. He curled up with me the first night and mewed whenever he needed to go use the litter box. With his wonderful manners, his little gray suit, it seemed like Grayson was a great name for him. About five weeks old, he only had one little setback on Saturday when he kind of forgot how to eat. Whoever said weaning was easy? I think he finally was able to set paws on the floor Sunday when we finally were able to stop cooing over him for about five minutes. By Friday afternoon we had enough pictures for a twelve month calendar. By the time we arrived home on Monday, we had almost enough for a 365 desktop one.
|On his way back from Mammoth|