I was home alone last night as S14 had left at noon to go to Lunatic Luau with his Uncle (that set me a prayin' - it's a massive outdoor rock concert that lasts about 12 hours! It was his first concert period).
Anyway, a little before 11pm, I went downstairs to watch the news and I heard all kinds of crying going on outside my front door so I went to take a look and there she was. She was a little baby kitten and she was meowing her head off. I figured she must have lost her mother - these are wild cats that live behind the apartments. They are generally non-confrontational and they just go about their business climbing in dumpsters and sleeping in the trees. Well this one was clearly in distress so I lured her to me and picked her up. I don't think she'd ever even had human contact before because she acted so odd and afraid. Once I got her, I looked her over for fleas and there were none so I brought her inside. She was still crying. I gave her milk but she didn't know how to drink it from the bowl so I had to put it on my fingers and kinda lead her into it. That quieted her for about a minute then it was back to crying. You might recall, my daughter is an animal lover and has spent a great deal of time at a farm around the corner from the house. She's dealt with sheep, cats, ducks, trained border collies and put other dogs through agility courses. That is one of the main reasons I let her stay with her Dad; to keep her close to the farm. Anyway, I didn't know what to do with this screaming kitten so I called my daughter and she told me what to do. She told me I had to pick her up and check her pads on her feet first to make sure she wasn't hurt and then if she was okay, I was just gonna have to sit with her and talk to her. Oh and I was supposed to get D11 first thing this morning so she could see her. We hung up because the cat was screaming but D11 called me back in an hour and the cat was asleep next to me on a blanket on the couch. She curled up in my lap at one point, too. D11 told me to take her to bed with me so I did. I told her though, that if the cat started crying a lot I'd have to put her back out (we can't have pets here unless they are in a cage/aquarium). The kitten slept right up against me in the bed until 6am when she started crying again and walking on my face. I had to put her out so I didn't get D11 to come over. I don't know where the cat is now. But she got me talking to my little girl again.
**Side note** S14 came in from the concert at about 12:30am. He saw 4 fights, 1 "big, fat guy who ripped off his shirt" antagonize security and get thrown down, a girl threaten to kick a guys ass after which she puked, fell down and passed out and he saw security take down another guy and haul him off to jail. His vision of the world has just been opened much, much more than it had been at the start of the weekend. We talked about how those were grownups, too. I think my boy just got the best lesson ever as to why he should "just say no". It should also be noted that "Hinder and Papa Roach FREAKIN' ROCKED, Mom!!" .
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