Oops I did it again...again...

Well this weekend sure was something. I had my last run with the group before I leave for Chicago. EEK! I even felt sort of ok. One thing I have to remember is it takes a REALLY long time for me to warm. A good 4 miles or so. Not fun, especially when you go for a 5 mile fun. To make it all better I treated myself to another post run pastry. I know I didn’t run 10 miles, but I’m tapering and tapering requires carbs. I also decided to go all out and get a hot chocolate from Bouchon bakery. OH. MY. GOD. I wish I would have know how amazing it was. I would give up every post run pastry for more hot chocolate. I’ll keep that in mind.

Sunday I was planning on having a nice relaxing day at home. I was going to stretch and do my roller and all that good stuff. That didn’t really happen. Instead, on my way to yoga I found this guy crying his head off all by himself.

You can't tell from the picture but he had bright blue eyes. SO CUTE. It took me hours to catch him but eventually I got him, stuffed him in my sweatshirt, and carried him home. Josh was not amused, but he was a good sport about it. We didn’t know if the kitten was sick, or how Oliver would react, so we put him in the bathroom. He was pretty scared and spent most of his time hiding.

I finally made it to yoga and when I got back, I gave the kitten a once over. He was SO SKINNY and covered in fleas. So off I went to Petco! And it was just my luck. At this particular Petco they were having a cat adoption event and a rescue group was there. They told me how to properly wash him, and said I could bring him in, and they would take a look.

So I went back home to wash the kitty. Since he was so little, I couldn’t use flea bath, but they told me to use Dawn or Joy, like they do with oil spill birds. He did not like his bath, but he was a good sport and didn’t scratch or anything. We should have taken pictures because he looked so funny, and tiny. His favorite part was the toweling off, and he fell asleep. The rescue group said to blow dry him so he wouldn’t be cold. He wasn’t a fan of that either.

We packed him in the carrier and headed back to Petco. We let Oliver say hello to the kitten before he left. He was pretty ambivalent and gave a little hiss. That was the only time I’ve ever heard Oliver hiss. So the little kitten and I headed back to Petco. I cannot say how nice the ladies at Anjellicle Cats Rescue are. As soon as I brought him in, they looked him over and started giving him pills and shots to make him feel better. He was cold and shivering, so we wrapped him up in a towel like a burrito and carried him like a baby. He must have been a little in shock. He was terrified of people, and now he’s being passed around and held like a baby doll. They said he was so anemic from the fleas that he couldn’t keep himself warm. He probably wouldn’t have lasted more than another night or two. They offered to foster him until he was ready to be adopted to a good home. I gotta say when I left I bawled like a baby. I was so happy for the little kitten, but I was sad he was in such rough shape, and sad I didn’t get to see the whole thing through myself. But I think it all worked out for the best. I came home and had to get myself a glass of wine after all that.

I think that a special shoutout should also go to Josh. He did not want me to bring home another kitten, but he was a good sport and even helped out when I did. So maybe he won’t mind it so much if I go find this little kitten’s brothers and sisters :)