Another cat has happened at our house. Son-in-law was at the landfill on Monday when haulers arrived to drag away a huge metal dumpster. He made them wait until he could extract a skin-and-bones kitten, which ripped his face apart while he tried to get her into his truck. He and daughter went to the urgent care clinic, while I sat in the truck trying to calm her and accustom her to the sound of my voice.
She was brought into the house, where she ate everything in sight and terrorized her reluctant sisters and brothers. At this point she has been to the vet twice, because we discovered that she had a huge, smelly abscess on her leg and was running a fever. Now she has an antibiotic to take twice a day, and will finish her shots in two weeks. The vet says she is about twelve weeks old, so we chose Halloween as her birthday. She is all black, with bright gold eyes. I suggested calling her Jawa, but Grandson won with Diogi. In case you can't tell, he wanted to name her D O G.