Meet Buzz

You mean Marmaduke right? No, I mean Buzz. Meet the possible newest addition to our family.

On Tuesday, while Dave is working, I get a call from Dave. It goes like this:

Dave: (no hello) I love you honey.
Me: Uh, I love you too. What did you do?
Dave: Nothing
Me: What did you buy?
Dave: Nothing
Me: Are you in the hospital? Are you OK?!
Dave: No, and I'm fine.
Me: Um, why don't you tell me what's going on?

He proceeded to tell me about a seven month old kitten that had come into the clinic. He had seen it a few weeks ago for a cut on the pad of it's foot. On Tuesday it had come back in with a severe infection on that foot. So bad that it actually had the potential to kill the cat if not treated. The owner didn't have the time to take it to the vet everyday to have the bandage changed and treated. She had planned to put him down. Dave asked if she would surrender the cat to him and he would try to save it. He kept it at the clinic for the 3 days that he worked. If the cat wasn't going to make it, he didn't want to get the kids hopes up. I'm not sure if it was Dave's technician, Sheri, or himself who came up with the name Buzz, but that's what they started calling him.

Well, yesterday, little Buzz came "home" and is now sitting in a cage in our room. I helped Dave change his bandage the first morning. Dave told me to expect him to scream because it hurt. I scruffed him and the little guy just purred and purred. He then proceeded to curl up and snuggle into my lap. Fine. I think he's a bit cute...and sweet too. The darn cat is winning me over. My best laid plans to remaing strong and unyielding to Noah having a "little kitty to go with his big kitty and a little doggy to go with his big doggy" are unraveling. At least this one I feel like we are genuinely saving...and he IS really a sweet kitten.

It remains to be seen if he'll get along with Marmaduke. They haven't had much interaction yet. Marmaduke HATES other cats with a passion. He does more than hiss usually...it's a strange alien-like growl that emits from him and frankly sounds like something is dying. So far, we haven't witnessed that yet with Buzz, so maybe there's hope.

Little Buzz lost some points from me last night because he meoweled from 4:30-5:30 almost straight, keeping both Dave and I up that whole time.

Noah is in heaven. The other day, he wanted to watch cartoons in our room so he could be near the cat. I went in to check on him. He was sitting on the bench near Buzz's cage. He said, "I'm cuddling with the cat in his cage". He was trying to keep him company. Too cute. I think I'm losing this battle...and I'm not sure that I particularly mind. Gulp.