Mark and I have piles of work to do right now. We have tons, apartments are emptying and we haven’t time to clean and re-tenant them all. We need to get to work. Wednesday was a day we were determine to get stuff done. It is also the day a water heater gave out on the third floor of the apartment building. We sopped up water. We removed the old water heater. We hauled a new one, got it in place, got it all hooked up, sopped up more water, and got the job done! We were very proud, and though it put us a day behind, we were even more determined yesterday to get stuff done.
Yesterday we were busy loading up the landlordmobile with tools when we heard meowing. Loud, cantankerous meowing, coming from a tiny creature. A very tiny, crabby, gray, fuzzy, did I mention tiny? creature. We took tiny creature in, did some research (Westland Humane Society had us call Animal Control who told us to call the Police who said they only come out for dogs), read more, and learned that the mama might be hunting. We have looked everywhere for more kittens or a mama. No luck. We put the tiny fuzzy beast back and left if for mama to find most the afternoon. No mama. Then is started pouring. Tiny fuzzy beast was sheltered from the rain but the ground was getting muddy, we gave up and moved tiny fuzzy creature inside. It turns out that tiny fuzzy needs feeding every three hours or so. We don’t know that animal shelters will be able to care for tiny fuzzy with so many creatures looking for refuge, so we are keeping tiny fuzzy, for now. I’ve been calling tiny fuzzy Tempo, because cats should be named for music, and because I’m trying to convince myself this arrangement is temporary. Kittens rely on their cuteness, and Tempo has it down.
Could you turn this face away?
Ten ounces, probably just under four weeks.
Feeding in the middle of the night. We are another day behind.