Of Kitty & Tiffy

Good news has it that Kitty, a 1 month old male tabby I found by chance, has gotten himself a home. Unimaginative name aside (The vet wanted a name, so there), he is the sweetest, most lovable and trusting little guy ever. 2 weeks ago, while going out to give a little food to the strays downstairs, I met Kitty sitting forlornly on the stairs with his little paws tucked in beneath himself, looking as if he was waiting for that someone who had left him there to return. I picked him up, went to the few neighbours I know who owned cats to see if they knew him but all had denied responsibility.

Then the predicament came. Do I (i) Leave him him where I found him and hope that he will find his way home (ii) Ring up SPCA, who knows, someone may pick Kitty up within the critical 24 hours (iii) Bring him home and expect a shelling from parents and QQ. (iv) Call up my CatRescue contacts and plea with them to offer Kitty a place to stay for the time being.

Noticing that Kitty's whiskers had been snipped neatly down to 1 cm (abusers lurking round the corner maybe) and imagining QQ spitting and hissing away (WHAT DO YOU MEAN 1 MORE CAT?!), I decided to give option 4 a shot.

Long story short, a friend kindly offered to foster Kitty and the sweet thing got himself adopted in a few short days. Kitty now stays with another 2 month old kitten. :D

Kitty is only one of the very few who manages to find a home so quickly and I pray that he will be the best behaved kitten who will grow up to be the best behaved cat in the world. I pray that his new family will be patient and tolerant towards his bad habits and misbehaviours. I pray that they will laugh over his mistakes and learn to love him for who he is, be it for better or worse. I pray that his family will never, ever give him up. I pray that he will be loved and cherished forever.

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Click here to read about Tiffy, a poor kitten who left us prematurely. Rest in peace, Tiffy.