Ramblings of the Reymonkey

New addition to the list of strays that have passed through the apartment. Friday afternoon I went to go to work, started up the car, saw something that looked like a cat shape standing on the curb at the corner but wasn't moving and dismissed it, then had to stop in the middle of the street because it did suddenly move and that involved running directly under my car. I swear he saw me looking at him through the windshield and decided I was the person to go to. When I stepped out the driver's side (trying not to have a heart attack), he ran out from under the car right up to my foot and squalled and waitied to be picked up. I had to re-park one-handed while he sat up against my chest.
Why did I dismiss the shape on the curb as a trick of my imagination until it moved? The mottled black and white shape was way too small to be a cat. I don't know how he saw me well enough to come straight to me, because his eyes were barely open. A couple phone calls later I was cleared to be late to work, and Ginny was informed. By the time I left for work an hour later, we'd realized he was going to be just fine because he was healthy enough to escape from a two-foot tall box roughly every five seconds and climb legs. The last kitten we rescued got nicknamed 'Lucky' until he got a permanant home (He has since been redubbed 'Otis' after Otis Redding and we've gotten progress photos that show him as a much bigger healthy ball of fluff), this one is apparently 'Lovie', because who can pass up the remark 'He's a very lovie little moggie'?
Lovie is currently sitting in GinnyBridgie's lap bathing himself after a meal, and he should be going to his new home sometime today. In one of those fantastic little coincidences, one of my coworkers has a daughter who's leaving home soon and was all set to go to the humane society to look for her own kitten. I wish them luck with the late night/early morning feedings until he's old enough to go a full night without attention. He's up from the 10 & 1/2 Oz he was Friday afternoon to about 12 & 1/2 Oz, weighings courtesy of Ginny's postage scale brought home from work.
Also, of course, Squeaks and Spider hate us right now, but that'll pass, just like it did with the previous stray kittens. I did wake in the middle of the night to find Squeaks curled up against my head purring, so she still loves me as long as I'm not looking.
Happy 4th of July people, have some kitten photos to go with your fireworks and barbecue.
That sounded kind of wrong.
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