We waited a day for the right name. A little shy at first. Maybe still a little high from her spay surgery. She has quiet and solitude for the first time in her existence.
Bringing her home rescued yet another room in our home that had been consumed by a hoard. She has everything a kitten in recovery needs. Like every baby, it's sleep, eat, drink, use the sandbox (!), play, then start all over.
I'm not sure if it will hold, but she's a cuddling lap kitty. A first in my experience.
Per shelter instructions, she needs to be quarantined from the others for two weeks. There have been noses and paws under the door. Reproachful looks in the hall.
I've been lavish with treats and love for them. They were okay, but distant, when Camilla came to us only three years ago, so I'm sure they'll adjust to another little life.
The challenge will be keeping her 100% indoor cat, while Bailey is free-roaming. Salem only goes out when I do.
And extra treats for those who love them.
After a long and strenuous day, curling up on the bed and watching The English Patient with a purring kitten was the perfect antidote. I haven't felt peace this deep in a long time. Love is a drug.
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