There are a lot of stray cats that make their home in the alley behind work; one of my coworkers sets out wet and dry food for them, fills up a bowl with water, and make sure there’s a box with some blankets in it for especially cold weather.
Earlier this week, we heard a cat meowing piteously and discovered a tiny black kitten huddled in a gutter. He was wet and filthy, so we wrapped him up in a blanket, wiped off some of the goop oozing from his left eye, and stuck him in a box behind the sales counter.
Because I’m a sucker who can’t say no to sad animals, I immediately texted Johnny with a picture of the pathetic kitten and asked if we could take him in. Because Johnny is also a sucker who can’t say no to sad animals, he said yes.
I started calling the kitten Uncle Jimmy because he’d been placed in an empty box from Uncle Jimmy’s the treat company; the name has stuck and is sort of hilarious.
Uncle Jimmy went to the vet on Wednesday, where he was diagnosed with conjunctivitis and a bad case of fleas. He was confirmed as male and estimated to be about six weeks old. The vet gave him a shot of antibiotics, prescribed him eye drops and a flea treatment, and advised me to feed him a can of soft kitten food a day and as much dry food as he’d like to eat. She also advised keeping him away from my other cats until he’s well.
Uncle Jimmy is eating like a tiny, tiny horse. Since his vet visit, he’s also perked up considerably. He’s living in our half-remodeled master bathroom, though I let him loose in the bedroom when I’m home. He’s fascinated by the ceiling fan, enjoys sniffing our pillows, and has started to bat at our fingers and toes. He goes back to the vet after Thanksgiving for vaccinations.
Y’all know I’m #TeamCats for life, so I’m excited to be well on my way to crazy cat lady status. And I just know Johnny wants to be a crazy cat man…