Pallet, Welcome
Dear Little Guy,
I don't know how you got to the plant, in the stack of pallets by the dumpster, but I had no idea you would be so adorable when I cajoled you out of there . . . wearing welding gloves to keep you from scratching my arms up. You were so tiny, I hardly needed to protect myself. When one of the maintenance guys called me out there, I could only imagine insidious intent. I'm so pleased that instead, there was you. Never before, have I been so happy to dirty my work clothes.
You spent the next couple of hours mewling from the humane trap, meant for animals so much larger than you. Your voice was so much larger than you were. The maintenance guys were so patient with you. They were repaid with your silence (was that purring?) when they kneeled down to visit you. One of them christened you 'Pallet' for obvious reasons.
I gained permission to leave early to get you checked out at the vet. Four to five weeks old and riddled by fleas is what we were told. Your fur was so thin that we could see those little vermin huddled on your back. The vet gave you a clean bill of health and some flea meds, and then you were on your way to your foster home. Your first introduction was a warm bath. My kitties don't have fleas and they won't. Poor little guy. I held you as you dried off for the next couple of hours. How you shook in the towel.
You are certainly not a stray, not afraid of either me or DH. I know you are tired ad that's why you cuddled all night with us, cradled in our arms.
It will be difficult for us to give you up to another home already, and to put you in your bed in the extra bathroom tonight. You are going to be just fine though. I am sure of that much.
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I don't know how you got to the plant, in the stack of pallets by the dumpster, but I had no idea you would be so adorable when I cajoled you out of there . . . wearing welding gloves to keep you from scratching my arms up. You were so tiny, I hardly needed to protect myself. When one of the maintenance guys called me out there, I could only imagine insidious intent. I'm so pleased that instead, there was you. Never before, have I been so happy to dirty my work clothes.
You spent the next couple of hours mewling from the humane trap, meant for animals so much larger than you. Your voice was so much larger than you were. The maintenance guys were so patient with you. They were repaid with your silence (was that purring?) when they kneeled down to visit you. One of them christened you 'Pallet' for obvious reasons.
I gained permission to leave early to get you checked out at the vet. Four to five weeks old and riddled by fleas is what we were told. Your fur was so thin that we could see those little vermin huddled on your back. The vet gave you a clean bill of health and some flea meds, and then you were on your way to your foster home. Your first introduction was a warm bath. My kitties don't have fleas and they won't. Poor little guy. I held you as you dried off for the next couple of hours. How you shook in the towel.
You are certainly not a stray, not afraid of either me or DH. I know you are tired ad that's why you cuddled all night with us, cradled in our arms.
It will be difficult for us to give you up to another home already, and to put you in your bed in the extra bathroom tonight. You are going to be just fine though. I am sure of that much.