The kitten was understandably distraught, as I’m sure it missed it’s mother/siblings, and would only sleep if I either had my hand on her or if I snuggled her in closely. As you can imagine, she slept…I didn’t. Annie and Samson, on the other hand, we’re not at all happy to have a third little one share their parents. Annie went psychotic and ran away (we found her the next morning…she’s only now starting to act ‘normal’) and Samson had to be locked up in the kitchen/hallway for the night to spare the kitten’s life.
Needless to say our need to find a good home for her became a little more urgent, so off to work we went…all 3 of us…in search of an adoptive family. I tried first to convince any of the clinic staff but had no takers. Then I showed her off to every patient that came to see me…again no luck! (I’m not sure which they found more humourous – the fact that I had ‘wasted’ my time to save her, was spending my time caring for her, or that I was hoping I would actually find a home for her!)
In desperation, I paraded the kitten around a large group of children who had stopped by the clinic for a National deworming and Vit A program in the hopes that one of the children would run home to their parents and ‘beg’ them for the kitten…it works in Canada! But sadly, no such luck.
"Mariama" hard at work...who wouldn't want her?!?
The work day was coming to a quick close and I still hadn’t found a home for her and was not at all liking the idea of leaving her at the clinic for the night all by herself. Then, Fanta (our housekeeper) a self-proclaimed cat hater, who has since fallen in love with Samson in spite of herself, asked to take her! Thank God!
Apparently, the kitten is doing well (her name is now Mariama) and peace has been restored once again to the Duchesne household...
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