So Dori and I went out for a walk to get the mail early in the morning (about one am) on the 4th of July. We were, as usual, talking about something wrestling related when I stumbled over something. It was dark out and I felt it hit my foot and my first thought was, "Rat!" But no, it was a tiny black kitten. It didn't scamper too far away and I went over and scooped it up. The fur was gunky, the body thin and the poor little thing was shivering, as it had been raining off and on for days. We ended up bringing her inside because honestly, she looked like she was about to freeze to death. We got her a bed made up and Payt and I went to the store to get some canned food. She gobbled up an entire can of kitten food, despite the fact that she literally fit into the palm of my hand. I was just glad she was weaned.
We ended up calling her Mizfit because she's a loud, opinionated cat who isn't afraid of much of anything. The other two cats aren't sure what to make of her yet, since they've largely been separated by doors, kennels and a laundry basket. Here she is that first night, after dinner:
She's already gained half a pound since she's been here. And that picture was probably the last time the little tornado was still without someone holding her. I had to take several with her giraffe (Morrison- yes, we are wrestling freaks... why do you ask? ;P) as bait to get this one:
The kids left for Vegas today. Between that and Miz's antics, I'm exhausted.