Nogales, Arizona, land of people who suck at taking care of animals. I found a tiny, baby kitten discarded on the sidewalk in my neighborhood last night. I picked it up, put it in a box, and gave it water from a medicine dropper until the vet office opened this morning and I could fortunately find people better equipped to deal with kitten disaster than I am. See, I am not really a cat person. I am more of a person that likes humongous dogs that typically like to eat cats. Not that I let my dog eat cats, but really, there is no room in my microscopic house for a cat. If Bhodi ate a cat, I would be devastated. Why give him that temptation?
Come to find out, this tiny kitten had been lying at the backdoor to a neighbor's apartment for about 3 days with no food, no water, no nothing after the little kid that lives there supposedly picked it up by its ears and dropped it to the ground. Mr. Kitten couldn't walk either from the fall, the lack of nutrients and water, or all of the above. The caring and compassionate grandmother of this little kid evidently didn't think it was worth the effort to feed the cat or to call someone to either A. help the cat or B. put the cat out of it's misery. She was too busy watching novelas, eating pork rinds, and screaming at her grand kids all day. So, in the name of efficiency, she decided it was a good idea to get her grand kids to throw the half-alive kitten on the sidewalk for someone else to deal with.
Taadaaa: In walks someone else in the form of yours truly. Then, I turned right around and taadaad baby kitten right to the vet's office where they say he is eating, drinking milk, and looking a lot more hydrated than it was after its 3 day stint in the hot, relentless Arizona heat.
The big questions now are: 1. will baby kitten make it out of this ordeal alive? If the answer to question 1 is yes, that leads us to question 2. who will take in baby kitten when it is all recuperated? Anyone? Anyone?
