Good thing the kitten isn’t a child, because I found it this morning while walking the dogs… sitting in her crate in the yard… ants everywhere… slightly wet. The sounds that came out of that furry little body were mournful… and loud. Apparently she was too loud for ‘Mommy’ to sleep comfortably.
So, I enlisted Ding to help bring the crate in and I fed the baby, put her little litter box in the bathroom and she’s doing fine. ‘Mommy’ is still asleep. [sigh] With an entire garage at her disposal, the baby had to go outside? Where’s the sense in that? And what if I hadn’t found her for quite some time?? Would she have baked in the sun while ‘Mommy’ slept?
I am angry.
The good news is: no scratching the furniture since bringing in the scratching devices and cleaning the areas she had marked.
