Yesterday evening at work, I pulled a six week old Siamese kitten out of a truck engine. The driver of the truck did not want this kitten, and she said that she lived next door to a bar, that had a lot of stray cats outside, that she didn’t think that this kitten belonged to anyone.
I wrote in yesterday’s blog post that this kitten didn’t try to scratch or bite me, and I put it in my Jeep Cherokee while I continued to work. This work site was not a safe place to let this kitten go, there are several packs of coyotes nearby, that come onto the site every night. After work, halfway through the long drive back to Dickinson where I live, this kitten climbed up my sweatshirt sleeve, it sat on my shoulder fairly still, and it looked out the window at the sights.
I stopped at the Family Dollar store to buy cat litter, a litter box, cat food, and cat food bowls. I put this kitten in my apartment bathroom with a bowl of water, some cat food, and the litter box. When I checked on this kitten after about an hour, it had eaten all of its food, drank some water, and it had used the litter box. I was glad that it knew how to use the litter box.
At the apartment building where I live, pets are not allowed. I didn’t know how or if I was going to be able to keep this kitten. When I let it out of the bathroom, it explored the apartment some, but it didn’t go crazy running around everywhere and getting into everything. It came and sat on top of the back of my lazy boy chair where I was sitting, and it went to sleep for several hours.
Later that first night, this kitten came and sat on top of my head and the pillows where I was sleeping, which caused me to give up my pillows. Like I wrote yesterday, I have to get up at 3:30 a.m. because I have a long drive to work far outside of Dickinson. When I got up, this kitten started meowing loudly, so I gave it some more cat food. I didn’t want this kitten to keep meowing so loudly that the neighbors would hear him.
When I left my apartment at 4:15 a.m., I left this kitten out in the living room rather than shutting him in the bathroom or a spare bedroom where he could do less damage, because if he were confined in a room he might meow all morning and cause the neighbors to complain to the apartment building manager.
Today, driving to work and while I was at work, I thought that I wanted to try to keep this kitten, he was so well behaved, so little trouble, that I thought he would be good company. I thought of a name for him, and I looked forward to seeing him when I got home.
I didn’t leave work until 6:15 p.m., and I didn’t get back into Dickinson until a little after 7:30 p.m. I stopped to pick up some carry-out food, I had not eaten all day. Remember, I left home to go to work at 4:15 a.m., and I was not getting home from work until after 7:30 p.m., that’s fifteen hours later.
When I got back to my apartment and went inside, I could see that the kitten had used his litter box, and he was sitting on the back of the lazy boy chair. Everything appeared to be fine, but he started meowing very loudly, so I had to stop what I was doing and feed him first to get him to shut up. I don’t want to get kicked out of my apartment and have to move because the neighbors complain that I have a cat.
When I sat down to eat, finally, the kitten climbed up my back to play around on my shoulders and on top of my head. This was funny the first time, the second time, and the third time, but by the fourth time and the fifth time, I was getting tired of it because I was hungry, I was trying to eat, I was tired, and I was becoming angry from the nuisance and getting clawed again and again. I thought about putting the kitten in the bathroom or the spare bedroom, but he would start meowing so loudly that I would have to let him out right away.
Soon, I was angry enough to where I was about to throw this kitten as hard as I could against the wall, in order to make it not exist anymore. No more worry about the neighbors hearing loud meowing, getting evicted from my apartment, the work of having to move and carry everything out of my two-bedroom apartment, and find a new apartment. No more having to deal with this kitten, getting woken up by it, having to feed it, having it get in the way of my dinner.
I was sorry that I was so angry from this kitten that I wanted to kill it. I put my food away, and I went to bed. I thought that I had better try to call the Oreo animal rescue people tomorrow to try give them this kitten. The kitten sat out in the living room for about an hour. I didn’t shut the bedroom door, because the kitten would just start meowing loudly.
After about an hour, the kitten came into my bedroom, and began climbing on me and biting me for about an hour. Ever since I was a kid, I had cats, and I can not ever remember a cat or a kitten even trying once to climb up my back when I was eating, or climbing onto my bed and trying to bite and scratch me for an hour when I was trying to sleep.
I couldn’t believe how bad this kitten was acting, it was such a change from yesterday. After he had eaten a lot of cat food, had a safe place to stay, and had gotten some rest, he was the worst cat ever.