Meet Stanley

Here he is.

We're officially kitten havers.

Stanley, a 6-8 week old tuxedo kitten, came to live with us today. He's a very astute kitten with great personality and proper manners. He has inordinantly long whiskers, disproportionately large ears, and two black freckles just above his nostrils. Sadly, Stanley also has the runs. So Stanley's in the bathroom tonight, and i don't think he's very happy. I'm praying he'll feel better in the morning, so we don't have to lock him in the bathroom anymore. He really doesn't like it in there.

I heard about Stanley yesterday, from a freecycler (freecycle is a yahoo message board network wherein people can give their unwanted but still usable belongings away for free instead of sending them to the dump, or in this case, the pound). I had to convince the lady who found him that i would be a good and loving pet owner. I managed to do that by email, but today when she brought Stanley over to my house, she also brought her daughter, Emily, who might not have been quite as convinced.

Emily, a 3 or 4 year old girl with long blond pig tails and some chocolate sauce on her face, was very hesitant to leave "kitty" at my house; so i invited her and her mother into my house to see where "kitty" was going to live. It was obvious from the hand-feeding and constant following/holding that Emily had grown attached. We talked for probably 15 minutes, and most of that time Emily was holding "kitty." Finally, her mother told her it was time to say goodbye, and then wailing erupted. I wanted to feel bad, but it isn't like i went to their house and told them they could keep "kitty." They offered him up online. O.k. i think i feel better now, but ..... she was crying loud and sincere tears right there in my kitchen. It was awful.

Thankfully, Emily won't have to know that i locked Stanley in the bathroom for the night.

I don't hear him crying anymore.

Lord please heal his insides, so he can sleep someplace without crying. Poor kitty.