Well, a few things have happened since then:
- No one stepped up to say they wanted her, which left me with two options: 1. Bring her to the Humane Society, even though they specifically ask that you NOT bring kittens, or 2. Keep her. I had sort of bonded with the little ball of fur so I decided to keep her "for a few more weeks."
- John fell in love with her. He is a crazy cat man. So we decided to keep her indefinitely.
- We found out she is actually a he. Balls.
- We hadn't called him anything but Kitty (since it seems relatively gender-neutral) but decided a few nights ago that his name should be Carl.
So here's Carl, who has still not been to the vet, and has also lost a cat life when he was maimed (but survived!), his first meeting with Blue the dog.
In related news, if you know of anyone that is in the market for a 4 year-old cane corso that weighs 110lbs, likes the taste of kitties, and will stick like superglue to your side (seriously), let me know.