Thursday we learned that a little Siamese kitty was living in an abandoned building and being fed by the workers renovating it. For some reason, we decided to take her in. The thought of her being in the building during the future cold snap broke our hearts so Friday afternoon, I picked her up from a volunteer.
Our plan is to get her vetted, keep her safe and well-fed while looking for her owner. For now she is living in the bathroom. That was fine for the first 12 hours as she mostly ate and slept (poor thing must have been exhausted). Early this morning she discovered toilet paper. We forgot about young cats and toilet paper.
She went right into the carrier for the workman and came right out for me. I carried her into the bathroom with some water. I brought up food and she attacked it voraciously. When I brough in the litter box, she played for awhile and then used it. She's a big coverer upper which leaves litter all over the place. :-)
She's quite playful and chipper. She wants out of the room, but hasn't tried to escape, yet. Last night, I was sitting on the floor with her and she actually curled up on her towel and closed her eyes in what seemed to be a really exhausted pose. I have to wonder if she's had any real rest being out on her own. Clearly, she was someone's cat.
I wonder what her story is?
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