Yes, he/she has a name.........my daughter calls daily and asks how Mr. Peeps is doing so there you go....Mr. Peeps
Mr. Peeps and I have formed a bond of trust now and so much so that over the course of the last week he or she (we still don't know) has come out of hiding when I brought the food and then allowed me to pet him and then to pick him up with no hissing or scratching at all. I was amazed. Although my daughter has referred to me as the "animal whisperer" from time to time. LOL!
I worry about Mr. Peeps being outside because we have so many "critters" here that could do him harm so yesterday when he let me pick him up I brought him in the house and put him on the porch. He didn't object at all, in fact he seemed overjoyed and looked at me as if to say "what took you so long?". I set up a litter box, food, water and made him a little bed out of a big pot saucer and a hand towel and put in a beanie baby Rottweiller for a litter mate. He was jumping and hopping with joy and even did a little stalking...........
The porch has a glass french door so the other family members can view him and welcome him just like a nursery but we are keeping them separated for now. I don't want my girls to catch anything from him. I called the vet and they said 6 weeks old before shots but since I don't know how old he/she is they said to bring him in and they would check him out. And maybe they can figure out if it's a girl or a boy. One thing I do know is he's a survivor and God knew just where to send him! LOL!
He/she will have a good home here and I think we have definitely "bonded".
Happy Trails!
Oh how cute! What a fun name for him.
ReplyDeleteI just caught up with your blog! You are a better blogger than I...right through a move and a graduation? You're amazing!
DeleteMr. Peeps...or Miss Peeps:) One round dot or two? He/she is a cute little buggar..long haired too...brush everyday:)
ReplyDeleteNitty wants so badly to play with it and Mr. Peeps does too. Right now they can only peer at each other through the glass door.
DeleteSo sweet. :-). We lost our kitty a few years ago and I still miss him everyday. How fun to have a new "baby" to play with.
ReplyDeleteBlessings,
Betsy
So sad to lose them. My son just lost his 2...one got hit and the other was old and sick but he is still mourning them so close together. Mr. Peeps is so gentle...no biting or scratching....so far.
DeleteWhat a lucky little kitty💗
ReplyDeleteHi Sheila! You survived the long winter I see! It's funny, my animals have always found me it seems. I'm also lucky to have them.
DeleteOh what a gorgeous kitten. We have had lots of kittens due our cats being mummas and found them all lovely homes. If you want to know the sex then look under the tail. If there is 2 dots like a : then it is a girl and if it is a ; then it is a boy. I hope I got that right. It always worked when we looked at our kittens to sex them and we were right 100%. I hope your little kitten settles in soon.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sue! Love your blog, I just took a peek but I knit (when I have time) and crochet too. I'll be following your blog and Ill be back to visit you. I have to get out this morning and mow before it gets too hot! Thanks for the info on checking the sex. You and Far Side know more than I do when it comes to cats!
DeleteAw I'm so pleased for you and Mr Peeps! X ps I'm going to message you on ravelry! X
ReplyDeleteOh good! I would love to have email contact with you!
DeleteOh my what a sweetiepie :)
ReplyDeleteI am such a sucker for kittens, that is why when there are new litters in our neighbourhood I don't go by as I would have to take them all home!
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You and me both! I love your blog BTW and thank you so much for visiting me. I'll be posting some fiber goodness later today.
ReplyDeleteYou are to be blessed for taking care of the little waif. I'm not even fond of cats, but I think I would have had to take him in, too. He's adorable. Hope all goes well at the vet check. He sure does look tiny. Don't know how he could have survived without your TLC.
ReplyDeleteWhat a cutie pie!
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