Update on Yokohamamama’s kitten

April 29, 2011 • 11:57 am

Yesterday I reported the discovery of a bedraggled orange (‘ginger’) kitten by Yokohamamama’s (Amy’s) son Koshi.  I’m happy to report that it’s been taken to the vet, given heartworm medication and its first shot, had its ears cleaned and, most important, been given eyedrops for its conjunctivitis, so that now his eyes are better (the cat proved to be male).  Over at her website, Amy reports on the kitten and shows lots of LOLzy photos, including its stint in a doll carriage.

I watched it frisking about on Skype this morning, and took a screenshot during one of its innumerable naps (I just noticed myself down in the corner looking pleased):

26 thoughts on “Update on Yokohamamama’s kitten

  1. I found that when I help a down and out cat, I almost always have a happy ending. Not so when I help a down and out human…….

  2. I’m thinking somebody needs to apply to the landlord for an exemption from the anti-cat policy….

    I know a trip to The Evil Doctor can be quite unsettling for a cat, but I’m sure Momotaro-san is feeling so much the better for it now. Just the way he’s zonked out in that screenshot shows he’s doing better already!



  3. You know, it’s of course your blog and all (and I certainly don’t agree with arch-fool Anthony McCarthy that lolcat-speak is racist!), I must admit that a moratorium on use of the barbarism ‘LOLzy’ wouild please me quite a bit.

    1. Today’s barbarism is tomorrow’s word. I hate the way Americans and increasing others use the word ‘lay’ as though it were intransitive; “Lay on the couch” when the word should be ‘lie’. I assume it’s a combination of dialect and a dislike of the word ‘lie’ because it sounds like the same word meaning ‘untruth’ but it irritates me no end. I’m trying to get over it however. I won’t do it myself but I’m trying not to hold against those who do.

      1. Students these days in our library say ‘I want to give back this book’, to which I reply – ‘return’, which is a lot shorter & easier! They also say ‘take out’ instead of ‘borrow’. I think this is because so many students are of foreign origin, so they use a form perhaps learnt from their parents which is in a sense more simple in that it requires a lower vocabulary. In my book LOL means Lots of Love, so I just assume prof Coyne is expressing his deep admiration toward us!

    2. I like it when JC uses LOLspeak when refuting creationists/accommodationists. It’s just that much more of a slap in the face.

    3. Sorry, but I really can’t abide suggestions about how I should run this site. As I tell everyone who beefs about the content, there are plenty of other places to go.

      Or, to quote Popeye, “I yam what I yam.”

      1. I knew that would be your response, and should have phrased it as an observation rather than a suggestion.
        So here’s the observation: I, personally, cannot abide the stupid word ‘LOLzy’.
        I won’t be going away, however; I’ll be abiding and trying to keep my occasional red-hot annoyance tacit.

        And actually I mainly wanted to make fun of McC*rthy. What a maroon.

  4. Marmalade, not orange or ginger, is the official color name. He definitely looks healthier. Thank you for saving him.

  5. Awwwwwwwwww! He looks so tiny and cute and sweet and trusting!! Amy, tell your landlord your enormous American audience insists s/he change the rules! (Lest we get strident!)

  6. This is why it is always worth it to rescue.

    The Spousal Unit, Debra, and I were the ones who found him. Technically, Bryxie found him, running along the fence. Dragging himself, really, but damn, he was fast and strong. I eventually cornered him on Austin Ave. We immediately took him to the 24 hour emergency vet on Belmont & Western, where we had a series of ups and downs as to whether they had to put him to sleep or not.

    First, he was partially paralyzed, then the x-ray showed he had been shot with a BB gun, and too close to the spine to be operable. Then they decided that it was mostly swelling, and could eventually be treated, maybe. Then it was FIV and about a hundred other things. Eventually, they decided not to put him to sleep.

    After holding him and talking to him for a little while, we paid the bill, then left him overnight. When we got out to the car, we both broke down and cried for about 10 minutes.

    Well, Aidan needed too much medical care for us to even consider keeping him, so we brought him up to Treehouse, a no-kill shelter that could handle him. We gave them a small donation (not near enough!) and came to visit him on weekends. Treehouse used Aidan’s rescue story in all their fundraising promotions that year.

    He never did recover the use of his legs, but he did meet Amanda, who is a vet tech, and was adopted by her and her husband Brian. He lived several happy years with them, and they would take every opportunity to thank us profusely. Although Aidan is gone, we still stay in touch with Amanda & Brian, sharing pictures and stories of our kittehs in our Solstice cards.

    Aidan was a strong and brave and sweet boy, and we still have our pictures of him on the fridge. And our memories.

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