On Tuesday morning I got a call from Katherine, Queen Bee of the Foster Department, letting me know that our babies had arrived. She said they were REALLY cute and described this perfect little set of four to me over the phone. I had a couple of commitments that day, and couldn't rush right down that very second, but as soon as I was free, I jumped into the car and raced to the shelter.
Lucky me, I got to see Sue (of Pitter Pats) who was there with Alvin, Myrtle and Russell! I said a quick hello to all of them and Katherine too, and then peeked into the carrier holding our new little family.
One by one, I pulled them out and we all squealed in delight. Yep, she was right. They were REALLY cute.
I headed home, set the babies up, and set off for an appointment. When I returned, there was a message from Lori in Vet Treatment. I wasn't expecting a call from her, and I'm a worrier, so naturally I assumed something was wrong with the kittens.
But that wasn't the case. Nope. Not at all. It was actually very good news.
Lori was calling to tell me that there was a 5th kitten in the set, and was wondering if I could come pick the little one up!
A fifth kitten? Huh?
Well, it turns out the gentleman who had brought these four kittens into the shelter had returned with one more.
He had discovered the four kittens in a wall (wall of what, I don't know) and brought them in that morning. Later that afternoon, he found kitten number five and returned to the shelter with her so she could be reunited with her family. The poor little thing was covered in dirt and dust, and was dehydrated too.
Bless you, kind gentleman, for looking again.
It was five minutes before close when I got this message, so I raced down to the shelter again to find number five. There she was, all by herself, in a cubby in the foster room, screaming at the top of her little lungs. I boxed her up, and off we went.
Poor little girl cried nearly the whole way home.
We got home, I popped open her carrier and put her in with the rest. Little Mister hissed, but I think that was directed towards me, not her. The others just went about their business. No big, grand hellos, more of a "oh, there you are" kind of greeting.
I think she was just fine with that. She was just so happy not to be alone anymore.
You're probably anxious to meet this little one.
Well, here she is.
Our tiny tabby...
Our wee little wallflower...
Welcome, little one. We're so glad you made it home.