Although I could complain for hours about my job, one huge advantage of it is that I can pretty much change my schedule at will, so I went in and did a switcheroo to work this evening. Then I took the cat to the vet, got my car washed and vacuumed to get rid of any fleas, and went to Petco to pick up some necessary items.
I should mention that I named the cat Washington about a minute after I got him into my car. I found him on the Washington exit off the 10 freeway. So I guess I had it in mind to adopt him right away. He's on a trial basis now. We'll see how he does. He's hiding under Jeff's desk, and I expect he'll be there for a few days.
Sadly, when I went into work later, I exited at the same place and I thought hey, I wonder if Washington has any brothers and sisters. And right after I thought that, I did see a little kitten quite exploded in the road, very near where I had found Washington this morning. It didn't even occur to me to look around for more kittens earlier today, and I was kind of devastated to find out I'd separated them, and then one hadn't made it. So now I know that Washington is not only hiding under Jeff's desk and taking some time to adjust; he's mourning the loss of a family member. Maybe several. Could have been a heck of a lot worse for him, and I'm sure he'll recover, but he's had a tough day.
One kind of fun thing today for a geek like me was that for some reason my vet thought I would be interested in seeing Washington's infestation of ear mites under a microscope. Man, that guy has me pegged. I totally loved that.
Washington was filthy and the ear mite thing was out of control, but he cleaned up pretty well. I don't think he's actually a biter or a scratcher. He was just terrified out of his mind this morning. The fight had gone out of him when I picked him up from the vet. They wrapped him in a little blanket, just like a swaddle, and all he could muster was a weak hiss by that time.
Zack got to pet him a little and was very good with the "gentle touching," although he did grab an ear. There was no payback from Washington, so that's a great sign. I offered him some food and sat and petted him while he ate; he was clearly starving. So we'll see. Any more scratching and he's out on his recently cleaned and de-mited ears. But I'm optimistic.