Caturday is over. And the news stories resume.
Ok.
10:00 or so last night the phone rings. It's my youngest: "Can I come over and get some kitty litter? I have a cat now."
Apparently some kittens were living under a trash compactor at teh mall where she works and she rescued one (again).
She shows up about 10:30 "The cat is under the seat in the car and won't come out - can you help?"
I go out and there is this hissing, spitting, clawing, nasty ball of fur under the passenger seat that reacts to any movement with a display of extreme hostility.
Great.
I did manage to shove a towel under there as a target and get the cat to back up enough that I could grab it from behind. It wasn't too bad once I was holding it. So we fed it some, gave my daughter some cat food, a bowl, litter and pan, and a carrier to take it home in.
And she reminded us that we had agreed to help with vet bills after my wife decided she liked the last cat so much that we were going to keep it...
Why do I have the feeling that we are going to have yet another cat before long???