Stray kitten, welcome to our bathroom.

Alternate Title: And Then There Were Three.

We "accidentally" gained another member of the family over the weekend. Meet Zoe:

Rick spotted her from my parents’ back deck and made oogly sad eyes at me. Let me tell you, Rick does not make oogly sad eyes over small furry things. Power tools and cars, yes. Small furry things, no. He’s always the one rolling his eyes at my cooing, saying “Erin, we already have two cats.” He’s the strong, sensible one who can turn a blind eye to fuzzy tails and big eyes.


Until now, apparently. Because before I knew it, we were hunched in the neighbors’ driveway, dangling a string and attempting to lure the cat out from underneath their car. And then I was in our car, driving home, with approximately 2 pounds of life on my lap. And then she was in our bathroom, where she'll stay until we're 100% confident that she's litter-trained and her little ringworm infection is cleared up.


She wouldn’t let us touch her at first (we had to use a humane small animal trap to get her), but now she won’t stop purring and just wants to be loved. She has a thing for small spaces and always crawls underneath our legs when we sit down.



Rick has claimed her as “his cat.” (Apparently I hog the other two? Who, me?) Judging from the way she mews whenever he leaves the room, and how she even watches him brush his teeth, she’s totally OK with being a daddy’s girl.



Other than the ringworm, she got a clean bill of health from the vet this morning, where we also found out that she’s about 9 weeks old. We don’t know what her story is or how she ended up in the neighbors’ garage, because there was no mama kitty or other kittens around, and hadn’t been for the 2 weeks that they said she’d been there.


What we do know, however, is that her story from now on will be one of a perfectly happy and content little kitty. This is because I am planning on reading her Mr. Buffy Moves to Dubai, like the cat lady I mentioned in this post. Rick says this isn’t a good idea. I asked Zoegirl what she thought and this is how she responded.


Okay, okay. I can take the hint.


So that’s Zoe. I’m sure she will continue to make an appearance on the blog, seeing as how we have already taken at least 30 photos of her and she’s been in our possession for less than 48 hours. She’s just so darn cute; I can’t help it.

Has anyone else ever made sad oogly eyes in an attempt to convince your spouse that there is, in fact, room for one more in your house? Can stray furry things work their way into your heart as easily as Zoe worked her way into ours, or are you the strong, sensible type? :)