Procrastinet

…Diesel Tolan!

So there I was, walking home from the theater at 2:30am ~~last night~~ this morning, and there are two young ladies and a little boy peering in the front window of our Vet’s office. They stopped me to ask if I knew where they could find a 24-hour vet where they could leave a tiny kitten they had found on the street.

Our family has, over the last couple years, dropped from four cats (crazy cat people!) to just one little old lady, Shanghai. The boys had started agitating for kittens, but I refused to go looking. “We’ll see what shows up in our path,” I had said.

Fate took me literally, I guess. So I took the cat.

According to the vet, after a hasty visit this morning: he’s about four weeks old, FL/FIV negative, 14.4 ozs, and adorable (that’s a medical diagnosis, by the way). He’s easygoing but don’t push him - he twisted his tiny little body around and came after the vet tech who held him down while the vet took blood. Mind you, he’s smaller than a guinea pig: here’s another photo for size context.

Max has recently been reading a book at school called Amazing Stories of Survival Cats or some such, and he loves the story of the cat who rode for 24 hours on the bottom of a freight train, who was later christened Diesel. Hence the name, which I agreed to even when I though little Deez was a girl. (Don’t worry little guy, size ain’t everything).

Welcome to the family, Young Deezy. Stay sweet, get better at eating, and behave yourself, you hear?

Introducing…