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Vir, the little cat that I very much adored who had lived with me briefly before he found an excellent home with xthread passed away this morning. Whatever respiratory ailment that he contracted during the rain-before-last came back brutally this last rain, and that conflated with what looks like kitty-diabetes took him out suddenly.

I managed to make it over to the emergency vet this morning to be with he and xthread just before he slipped away.

I will very much miss the dorky, uniquely reality'd (read: spethial) little beast.

"Vir, on the other hand... well, it's not so much that he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, as that he hasn't quite put together the fact that he's a spoon." ~Richard

Long story short, on the way home from CTF I acquired a small black (deep bitter dark chocolate rather than jet) kitten which I had intended to take to the SPCA tomorrow morning, but failed to find any information about animal drop off requirements. simplykimberly suggests that shelters are really not great places, and the kitteh would be better off if I could find it a home instead.

Anyone know of anyone interested in either fostering or being a forever-home for a little black kitten?

Photo of the kitteh.

He had been meowing piteously and put up a huge fight not not to snagged again when I let it loose in my bathroom, but calmed down when being dunked to its neck in warm water. It had reeked of urine and had matted fur, turning two buckets of water brown as I tried to clean it up. After towel drying, I had it burritoed in a flannel shirt on my lap and got it purring for a bit, so it clearly has had people in its life before.

A dry less traumatized looking picture will have to wait 'till I am willing to risk the further blood loss that may be associated with trying to get it out its current happy hiding place behind a shelf. (I shouldn't have let it loose in outside of my bathroom, but at least it stopped meowing piteously. Getting it out of that safe place is going to be a bitch and a half.

Edit: Indeed, there was scrambling, cursing, hissing, and claws, though no blood was drawn in this round. I got it into the bathroom, where I got it purring on my lap for a while before it slinked off into the box with blankets I had set up. So far there seems to be high-anxiety about being forced into a state change, but once the capture has been accomplished, it tends to calm down pretty quickly. Not sure what to do about the occasional bouts of piteous meowing, but that may just be an artifact of recent unfortunateness.