I came into work on Thursday and saw a kitten in a cage.  As I opened
the cage to clean it and replace the food and water, the bitty hissed
at me.

His name is Nick.  And he was found under a car on Tuesday.

A man was walking to his car as saw people peeking under it.  When he
asked what was going on, the people said, "Don't start your car,
there's a kitten under it!"

Under the car was a frightened kitten and next to him was another
kitten, but this one was dead.

By the time i came in on Thursday, the kitten had been examined,
poked, prodded, bathed, tested and de-fleaed, but he was QUITE scared.

And apparently hadn't been eating, which was why he was still in the
clinic.  The man was a lawyer and was supposed to pick him up on
Thursday night, but he's a lawyer who works in downtown LA so he
couldn't get back.  The man was interested in adopting the kitten.
His 5 year old daughter liked the kitten too.  I met them on Friday
and it sounded very promising.

In the meantime, the bitty and I got quite close.  I started calling
him Stinky Nick, cause he would poop in his box and then step in it so
I would have to give him a bath, and the poops were VERY smelly.

By Saturday the kitten had his appetite back and started pouncing on
invisible things in the cage.  The man still hadn't picked him up and
i was started to get the impression there was some hesistation.

Well I wasn't about to let this bitty sit alone in the cage all
weekend.  I finally touched bases with the man on Saturday and he paid
his bill.  He said he and his wife were going out tonight and he
didn't want the kitten to be home alone with his daugther and the
babysitter without supervision.

I told him I would be willing to foster the bitty until the next
day.

Well I then found out that the man and his family lived literally a
two minute walk from the vet clinic.  I came in for Sunday treatments
today and brought the bitty to the man's house.

The man was excited but upon meeting his wife i got the impression
that she wasn't too keen on the idea of adopting a kitten.  We briefly
chatted and the man said he woudln't be able to keep the kitten.

After speaking with them i got the whole story from the wife.  While
the man was delighted with the idea of a kitten, the wife told me that
the young daughter did suffer from allergies and she wasn't sure how
she would react to a kitten.  Apparently they also have a baby too and
the nanny is also allergic.

Ahh................

Ah well......

So now i have a bitty who is zooming around the cat tree and trying to
beat the snot out of the bells on shoelaces that are hanging down.
He's also trying to kill my tennis shoe.

Mischief, Mayhem and Imp?  None of them are happy.

For a bit, Mischief would purposely hover on the desk or cat tree, and
just GROWL at little Nick.  Imp would walk up and sniff, but as soon
as Nick turned towards him Imp would hiss.  And when I put Nick on the
bed, Mayhem became very very unhappy.

They are silently putting up with him.  Nick is prancing about and
Mischief is at the top of her tree trying to ignore the prancing of
this bitty running in circles, killing my shoe, killing a toy mouse,
batting a ball and then back to running in circles again.

So this little bitty is in need of a home.  hehehehehe

Anyone want a bitty?

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Kristi