Update 1: Lily the Kitten
It's been a while since I wrote here. I think I'm going to break my update into two separate entries.
First, there was a little white kitten hanging out around my workplace. She would meow and meow, but once you tried to approach her she would get too scared and run. I fed her a couple times and talked to my co-workers about her. Two other girls were trying to catch her when I wasn't at work. I could tell she was malnourished, too skinny and her stomach was distended so I assumed she had worms. You could also see fleas/flea dirt in her white fur.
Well, I had a weekend off so I was so worried that she wouldn't get food and she would die. I bought some cans of kitten food and I even thought about going to work on one of my days off and at least leaving the food there so someone else could feed her, but I didn't. So I show up after my weekend off and Sky (a cute pink-haired, latina girl) and Courtney (she likes animals and used to have a Boxer, but I added her on facebook and she's not afraid to post some pro-life bullshit--"There is a war on babies, not women"--memes daily, meh) came walking in the front door (I came in the back, so we met in the middle of the facility) with my little kitten! She stayed the night with me and Bonnie. We gave her a bath, fed her and made a little cave for her with a box and a towel. She was so scared!
On the drive home she escaped her box and got up under my brake pedal! I said out loud, "This is how we both die, kitten!" But I managed to pull over and get her before we met our demise. I grabbed my hoodie from my floorboard (why do I have a hoodie in my car during a Texas summer? For feral kitties, apparently) and made a little nest for her in my lap and we made it home that way.
I have named her Lily and taken her to the vet for her worms and fleas. She is really, really sweet and playful now that she's gotten used to me and the house. The dogs still freak her out, but I think she'll warm up to them. Or at least to Phoebe, because Pheebs is the only one giving her space. Phoebe has been around a lot of kittens in her lifetime, so she's pretty chill. Zadie thinks Lily is a cool new toy, and won't let her breathe. And Sam is almost as bad as Zadie, but he doesn't make noises when he bothers her. Zadie whines and growls. Sam also peed outside of the bathroom door (that's where Lily stayed to keep away from the dogs). Sigh.
Here's a picture of the new little lady:
I love that her body is white (you can see a pink tint underneath from her skin) and her eyes are bright green and then her tail is black/striped. You can see tabby markings in her tail from up close. When I first saw her in the dark I thought she was one of those tailless cats (manx? minx?), but then I saw her in the light and just realized she has a dark tail.
If you look in the corner of the tub you can see the cat litter she tracked everywhere. I had to clean out the tub and find a new place for her litter box and put a mat underneath it. Of course I did all of this AFTER I shared the picture with visible litter on Instagram and Facebook. Oh well, people that have cats and litter boxes probably understand, right?