ladysprite | Potential Acquisitions

I was working at a new clinic today, so I didn't quite know what to expect - I had been there once for a meet-and-greet, but that doesn't necessarily tell me much about what I'm actually going to find when I get there. Like, what are the nurses going to be like? Or how busy is the day going to be? Or what animals will be in the hospital?

In today's case, the answer to the latter included a tiny, 3-week-old gray and white kitten who had apparently been found in a Dumpster yesterday (left behind while mama-cat was moving the litter) and brought into the hospital to be taken care of. A very loud, utterly adorable kitten, with a little sticking-straight-up paintbrush tail, a constant need to cuddle, knead, and purr, and a need for a forever home.

I don't need a new kitten. I wasn't looking for a new kitten. Except, in one very tiny corner of my head, I kind of was. I love Moxie - I always will - but she's not exactly a cat. She's an autistic tribble. And Percy is, honestly, getting on in years. He doesn't act like a 15-year-old cat, and I hope to all the powers that be that he lives to be 25, but.... he's older. And even if he weren't, it'd be nice to have two cats again. And a tribble.

The schedule was light enough that I managed to spend a significant chunk of the day with said kitten curled up in the crook of my neck, purring enthusiastically. I tell myself I'm not making any decisions yet. I tell myself that I already have a gray-and-white cat, and that I like orange cats. I tell myself that I don't need another pet.

I told the practice owner that if he doesn't have another home for the kitten within two weeks, to call me....

I am a sucker.