Izzy

Why do these things always happen to me?

While I was at work yesterday I kept hearing what I thought was a bird. It sounded like a loud squawking noise. Thinking it was an adolescent bird getting ready to leave the nest, I went outside a couple of times but never saw it. 

As I was leaving for the afternoon a customer drove up. I had already locked the door, so as we walked back to go inside we both heard the squawking again. He walked towards the dumpster and the squawking got louder. He bent down and pulled this out from underneath.

It can't be any more than eight weeks old. I tried desperately to talk the guy into taking it home. He wanted to. Badly. But he said his wife would kill him. We hemmed and hawed around until finally I was left with no choice.

What was I supposed to do? Go put it back under the dumpster??

The customer hugged me and said that good things come to people who do such good deeds. I wanted to say, "Yeah. Fat lotta good that will do me when Oliver kills her. . .Or him. . . Whichever it turns out to be."

So, for now, we named him/her Izzy. Izzy a boy or Izzy a girl? We will find out today when Izzy goes to the vet for the first time. Stay tuned. I'll let you know.

Izzy only met Sammy last night and neither one of them was thrilled about it. Izzy whacked him in the nose and he was done. I'm not sure how to go about introducing Oliver. It just doesn't seem like a fair fight - a kitten who weighs less than a pound up against the squirrel killing champion of Hurd Avenue! Any suggestions?

For now, we're all feeling kind of like this –

Everything is just a little off balance.

It does seem that Izzy is adapting a little faster than the rest of of however.

Excuse me. . . I'm the one who needs the nap!