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Meet the Residents: Kitten (Yes, That’s Actually Her Name)

DOB: Unknown

Livetrapped: Spring 2019

Status: Accidental cat acquisition

January 2019. I move to Central Park & almost immediately start seeing this little tabby haunting the neighborhood. She’d appear out of nowhere—half-stalking, half-escorting me down the street like some self-appointed feline tour guide. Never close enough to touch, just enough to make sure I saw her.

Was she lost? Stray? Abandoned? Someone’s “outdoor cat”?

Who knows.

This is exactly why I hate when people let their cats roam—you never know if they’re missing, neglected, or just free-ranging with an owner who thinks cars & coyotes are “character building.” (That rant’s coming in another blog. Promise.)

Then Came the Kittens.

Spring rolls in, & one day, I look out to see six tiny kittens waddling across my backyard like they own the joint. I rush outside just in time to watch Mama Cat herd them under a fence that runs the entire row of townhouses—all the way to Merivale Rd. No gaps. No gates. No mercy.

I tried climbing it. Failed spectacularly.

Ran around the block. Nothing. Gone.

So I:

Stalked my own neighborhood

Crawled under decks like a raccoon

Talked to neighbors (ugh) for intel

Filed reports with rescues

One by one, people started catching the kittens & keeping them. Good news: all six found homes.

Bad news: Mama Cat was still out there.

Enter: The Live Trap.

A few days later—success.

Except she’s going full Tasmanian devil inside the trap, so I assume she’s feral.

I bring her into my spare room, open the door... & she immediately starts purring, scarfing food, rubbing on me like we’re long-lost friends.

Not feral. Not even close.

No microchip. No fleas (just a few bonus ticks—thanks to the vet for the free removal).

I plan to spay & adopt her out, so I don’t even give her a name.

Enter: The Employee.

One of my employees begs for her. Says he’s ready. Buys the fancy food, the expensive litter, the matching bowls. Keeps asking. I cave.

It lasts one week.

He complains she sheds. That litter gets everywhere.

Buddy... she’s a cat.

So I pick her up, reclaim the deluxe cat setup, & bring her home.

He’d been calling her “Kitten.” I hated it.

But she answers to it. So... here we are.

Kitten Today

Plays rough with Milo & Wednesday

Squeaks instead of meows

Loves dogs

Terrified of strangers & loud noises

Sweetest cat in the house

Accidentally mine. Permanently.

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With fur, fangs & fight-the-system energy,

– hoomane

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