After working with the little girl for about two weeks, I felt she was ready to be labeled 'adoptable' and put into the care of an animal Rescue Organization that will find her a suitable home.
It wasn't easy on me emotionally because I have become so attached to the cute little thing.
Over the course of two weeks, she learned to use the litter box, let me bath her with a face cloth and found her favorite spot to sleep in my house.
The kitten went from being skittish, to allowing me to pick her up in my arms and give her kisses on the head. I wormed her fat little belly and administered flea medication between her shoulder blades.
She'll be in good, experienced hands though from here on out. They are going to provide all the necessary Vet exams, shots, etc. for which I already gave them a donation towards.
I've told them that if she needs additional medical care, that I would help pay the costs. The rescue group is a no kill organization, and I was invited to check on her at any time by phone or in person.
They're also good at vetting prospective adopters, so that she'll stand a better chance of finding a safe, loving and permanent home. My other options would have been Craigslist or Social Media groups (Not the best choices)
Well...she's gone now... What more can I say? I'd have kept her with me, but there are reasons I couldn't. Her stray cat surrogate dad is still hanging around my yard and back porch though (Stripes) I might need to get the rescue organization to help him too. In the meanwhile, he'll be safe and well fed here, with me.
Tough guys are not supposed to cry over silly little things like this, but my eyes tear up a bit thinking about the kitten and how she'll fare in the future...I guess I'm not that tough anymore...??? 'Old' must have softened me.
See ya again sometime, my friends. Stay well.
Ciao
