Last Friday, my sister and I rescued an abandoned kitten. After asking around the neighborhood if anyone knew who she belonged to, we realized she was an orphan. My sister, who was visiting from Wisconsin at the time, has a lot of experience taming cats and kittens (strays, ferrels, etc) so we put the kitten with bedding, food and litter in my bathroom and 2 days later she was tame and loving us. I began calling her Pumpkin, as the bottom of her water dish said “Little Pumpkin”.
A few days later, we moved her to our spare room where it was more comfortable. She played, purred and was very happy. I slept in the spare room with her for a few days and I did not get a lot of sleep. This little one loved to play with my toes in the middle of the night, knock things off of my night stand and sleep on my chest right under my neck so I couldn't move. She also loved my eyelashes. One night while I was reading in bed, she decided she needed to be involved too!
I fell in love and wanted to keep her. However, we have 2 grown male cats and 2 Border Collie dogs, not to mention I have slight allergies. Kittens are very high maintenance and get into a lot of mischief anyway, so I thought it best to find her a loving home.
And a loving home we did find. My friend and husband agreed to take her and give her a “forever home”. She came over on Saturday, a week later, to get her and I cried a lot throughout the day. I became very attached to Pumpkin but I know she is a wonderful home and I am very relieved about that.