Today, it was a little difficult to get much work done at times, but it was worth it.
Steph returned home yesterday to find three abandoned newborn kittens in her yard, only one of them alive. She and her niece headed to pick up supplies to feed the little guy, who was probably no more than a couple of days old.
This morning, having made a promise to her niece that she’d find at least a foster home for the kitten, she packed up the supplies, a blanket and the kitten and headed to work.
With the kitten in the drawer, she proceeded to send out email blasts and make phone calls, both to potential fosters and our letter-writers (she can really multi-task!), occasionally pausing to let the kitten climb up on her shoulder for a snuggle.
Many of us in the newsroom are cat lovers, so of course, we were all over it (the baby decided he really liked my arm, I guess because Luke had marked it so well for him).
What was funny to me was the large number of people who’d never seen a newborn kitten. Maybe it’s because I grew up in the country with barn cats everywhere, but it just seemed a bit odd.
By lunchtime, Steph was able to find a foster (a vet’s office had a nursing mama cat whose kittens were about to be weaned) and a couple of backups in case the first doesn’t work out, so she could breathe a sigh of relief.
I think we’re all happy the kitten has found a home, but are a bit wistful. We need a newsroom cat.
Yeah, we’re just big softies at heart.