I wanted to post about this saga as it has unfolded, but between work, being sick as hell, and getting hit by the cat distribution system, I wasn’t able. So, here’s part one:

At the beginning of summer, a mama cat appeared with her three kittens, presumably to snack on the food the neighbors leave out for our friendly TSR stray who has lived in the neighborhood for over a decade.

Around two months ago, Madame Goosehorse set about taming the new outdoor kitties with plans to catch and spay them, and adopt out the kittens.

Fast-forward to Friday before last. I had a little cry in the kitchen about the Friendly Neighborhood Stray that I hadn’t seen in a week, amidst a heatwave — the neighbor and I had just conferred about this and also one of the kittens who had disappeared.

KB (mentioned in a previous post, my old man with diabetes who went missing for two years) and I went out for a walk that evening when Friendly Neighborhood Stray returned! I was ecstatic, but close behind, little kitten T came hobbling up. I could tell something was wrong.

The poor baby had a busted leg, and I had to head to work. I asked the neighbors to help and told them I would take her in to the vet and cover the bills.

The neighbors managed to catch the kitten not long after I got to work, and I took her to the vet as soon as I was able to get in touch with their emergency line on Saturday morning. On Monday, they had to remove her leg, and Tuesday she came home to live in my bathroom.

The picture above is from the following morning, so we made fast friends and she has been recovering well ever since!