Monday, March 28, 2011
I didn't mean to adopt her tho; I was lead to believe that I would be fostering to adopt. When I went to pick her up tho, the lady had me sign papers and pay the adoption fee.
"shit" I thought.
Car ride was ok, had the Beatles on and would serenade her a little....squeaky mews came from the carrier as I wondered what the hell I let Bill convince me to do.
I got home, Cordelia investigated the carrier and hissed. I was never more afraid of a cat than when I looked at Cordelia face to face while she was on the cat tree..hissing so hard she spit at me. My heart broke in pieces; but then was able to remedy the situation by giving her treats after she calmed down.
I decided the kitten would be named Phoebe Layne; so I could sing the tune Penny Lane, but with her name instead.
She ate a whole 3 oz can of food on her own; and she's so darn small. She might be 5 months?
She is so petite. She's like baby Dainty's size....fine boned. She's like a little monkey. Cordelia is a squirrel.
They are interacting more...still hisses, etc. but I think in another week or so they will be playing together.
And Bella Mae came home today <3