First I couldn’t find a friendly kitten to save my life and now I’m surrounded.
DU brought home a kitten for the youngest girl, Star, that had been hanging around one of his shops. Unfortunately, in true Egyptian fashion, they cannot be bothered enough to take 20 minutes out of the day to hang out making sure Boosy (the kitten) gets something to eat. DU was talking about bringing her back to the shop and putting her back on the street, which, seriously, does that make sense?
Not enough time to stand around and make sure Boosy gets a share of food without the ravenous pack of garden cats shoving her away, but instead bring her back to the streets where she would most likely starve completely most days, or only have garbage to eat?
Sometimes the Egyptian way of regarding animals disgusts me. These animals, especially dogs and cats, were given to us as a trust by God. And what really kills me is DU talks about the reward one gets for feeding/watering starving animals, and he daily puts out food for the garden cats. A kitten puts it over the line I guess.
Anyways, she is heartbreakingly sweet and cuddly. She loves to cuddle and she gives kisses. Tonight, while feeding her (a job I offered to take over rather than to know she is starving on the street) she kept abandoning food in lieu of petting and scratches and would jump up into my lap no matter how many times I put her down on the ground.
She’s mixed, but she’s more Mau than even my Zuzu. She’s got the classic look, the spots, the coloring, the eyes, the ears, the nose, the tail and she even does the happy butt wiggle that Mau’s are known to do; a singularly adorable act that Zuzu unfortunately does not perform. But her four legs are white, as well as her belly and throat and she has a white goatee that makes me want to scratch her chin.
I’m hoping that another blogger here in Cairo will take her; if not I will bring her this weekend, if I can, to the Emau Rescue. I would love to keep her but giving her the scratches and cuddles I want to is impossible right now as she is still a street cat with all of the bugs and possible fleas that go along with it.
I brought Zuzu immediately to the vet after I brought her home so that, if necessary, he could flea-dip her and so that she could get all the immunizations and vaccinations needed to rid her of any she actually had. Which, she didn’t really have any because of the care she had gotten from the vet who ran the shelter she lived outside of.
Fleas are perhaps a personal phobia and nightmare of mine, something like that time I got lice after trying on hats at Sears, except worse. Think Black Plague.
To keep Boosy would mean a trip to the vet that I can’t much afford. Plus the heartbreak of having her follow me back up to my apartment and yet again sneak into my house as I’m trying to squeeze in the door without letting her in and then having to bounce her like a dance club with a $20 cover and a dress code and listening to her moan and cry pitifully outside my door for twenty minutes afterwards, begging for more cuddles and scratches.
Oh, I can’t take it anymore.
Please someone take her home!!!!!
But I get visitation rights, k?