So we got us a kitty kat the other day. She had been living in the industrial park (if you're from here you know all about Harmon). It's a place straight outta kitty hell, filled with noxious gases, wild rats and dogs, oil slicks, mysterious chems, and antifreeze puddles. She's all of six inches long, not including her charmingly crooked tail which is ungodly in length. That would put her at a foot long with a distended belly. When we saw her, she was being sniffed at by a dog that would have been the jolly green giant to you and me. I freaked because I thought I was going to watch a horrendous act of nature unfold before my eyes, so I told D to run out of the car and save her. She was fighting back tough, but damn, the poor thing could only do so much against a hungry dog so much bigger than her.
It's been four days since then. She's a living doll. Rubbing her vertebrae still sends chills up mine, but she's playing like a baby kitty, and the diarrhea is gone. Once again, when I figure out how to do pictures, I'll post some of her.
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