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Mama Fuzzball with her last kitten, Desdemona.
We call her That Damn Fuzzball because she poops all over the house, making herself a most unwelcome guest, and it’s only her continued nursing of Desdemona not to mention the hole in the screen door that explains her presence at all anymore. I really didn’t think she could do anything to earn my admiration at this point, until–
A few days ago, we found a tiny stray kitten, maybe four weeks old, too young to be motherless, and 14 has been taking care of her. Yesterday we decided she didn’t seem quite right and we loaded up to take her to the vet. 14 was supposed to hold her. She’s so tiny, you can hold her in one hand. Only he didn’t. He let go. And next thing we knew, she’d crawled up inside the dash of my car.
It was 91 degrees and a kitten was stuck in my dash. For SIX HOURS. She wouldn’t come out. We went back home. Two teenagers went to work trying to figure out how to get into the dash. We flagged a man on the road to help us. We called over a neighbor to help us. My cousin finally came home. We got nowhere and pieces of my dash were hanging out all over the place but we couldn’t reach her. We tried leaving her alone, we tried food, we tried everything. It started raining. It got dark. We’re facing a really sucky situation. Either the kitten’s going to die in my dash and make my car smell REALLY NICE or we open the windows, let it rain all over my car and maybe let the Angry Raccoon in to tear it up in hopes the kitten runs out during the night–and we’ll never see it again, never be able to take it to the vet. It might die anyway….. 14–my big football player–is in tears. Last ditch effort–Fuzzball. A mother cat, not her mother cat, but still a mother cat who sounds and smells LIKE a mother cat.
I got Fuzzball, shut her up in the car.
SIX HOURS we’d tried to get that kitten out of the dash. Fuzzball got her out in five minutes.
She can poop wherever she wants today.
Posted by Suzanne McMinn on June 28, 2007
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Cole
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Another member of the family!
What has 14 named it?
Hope it feels better.
Maybe it just needs some momma cat milk.
What does Desdemona think?
Has Buttercup expressed his opinion?
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Buttercup hasn’t even seen her since 14 keeps her in his room, but when Buttercup does meet her, he’ll loathe, despise and abhor her since that is his reaction to Every cat we bring in the house! :fryingpan:
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However, tomorrow. . .she should go back outside and poop in the great outdoors where she’s supposed to!
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