Friday, January 2, 2009

Meet Moses

About six weeks ago, as I was leaving work, I heard a soft meowing coming from the side of the building, next to where my car was parked. I looked over expecting to see a cat, and instead found a small box all taped up: top, bottom and sides. I took the box into the laundromat and opened it up and inside was a tiny black kitten. Written on the side of the box was a note that said "free kitty, can't find home".

Well, adopting a kitten that had been dumped off at our business was the last thing on my mind, but that's what I ended up doing. I tried and tried to get rid of it, but no one would take him, and in the end, we just decided to keep him.

He's funny and makes us laugh a lot, but I'm convinced that he may have brain damage. Either that or he's possessed. Actually, for the first 3 weeks I had him I thought he was a female and had named him Chloe. I believe he may have anger issues because of his gender misidentification. Since he was dropped off in a box and I adopted him, I decided the name Moses might be appropriate.

The highlight of his day seems to be finding as many ways as he can to attack and bite or scratch me. I spend most of the day dragging him around while he hangs onto one of my feet, biting me all the way. Trying to pet him is an exercise in futility, as he prefers to use my hand as a chew toy.

He did, however, come box-trained, so that has worked in his favor. Good thing. He needs all the points he can get on his side, especially considering this "free" kitten has already cost me $150 at the vet, just to get him checked over, tested for cat leukemia and treated for ear mites. He's good company, though, and I'm kinda glad I found him.


Anonymous said...

It was meant to be that you find this furry little friend. One of your purposes in life seems to be taking in strays. Good for you!!
Have fun with your new baby.
Love you,

anita said...

funny, you aren't the first person to tell me that!