We had rescued another kitten, LunaRu, over the summer, and she was finally old enough to be spayed. Early one morning we took LunaRu to our vet for her procedure and handed her over. They took her to the back…and twenty seconds later walked right back out, only to deposit a thin, dirty, little black and white kitten in my arms. All I could say was that there’s no way they could have spayed LunaRu so fast and I’m pretty sure this isn’t the right color for the kitten I just sent through those doors!
The entire staff knows we have a herd of rescued felines, and that we are suckers for all things kitten. This bony bag of fur began nibbling my nose, her purr echoing in the waiting room. I handed her to my hubby, Jack, then looked at them and said, “No.” They knew us well enough to know I didn’t mean it. How could I say no to this sweet dirt smudged kitten with the chunky black chin?
This yet unnamed kitten was part of our local animal shelter’s Trap and Neuter Program. She had been trapped that morning, part of a feral colony at our local McDonald’s. The problem? She wasn’t feral. She LOVED every person she met that morning and the vet staff couldn’t bear to send her back out in the cold. And then we walked in the door. Later that day, when we returned to get LunaRu, newly named little Pixie came home with us, too! And she knew she’d hit the jackpot!
We gave Pixie Pop a few days in our bathroom to recover from surgery and get to know us, but then she was out the door ready to go! A little cat hammock with a string ball toy tied to it became her new favorite spot when she wasn’t snuggled in the bed blankets.
Every hair on that little body shed joy. She was undaunted by the herd of adult cats and another kitten who had decide that Pixie was NOT the baby. LunaRu was the baby and she wasn’t putting up with this newcomer!
But our boy, Monster, was as soft-hearted as we were. He loved her at first sight and became her “Mom,” giving her a bath to clean the parking lot dirt away and snuggling her close to keep Pixie’s fears at bay. The rest of the herd followed suit and even little LunaRu discovered that having a buddy close to her own age could be more fun than she had ever dreamed! Instead of snoozing old-timers she had a new bestie with even more energy than she had, and having someone look up to you as their hero wasn’t such a bad thing after all!
Despite a three-month difference in age, Pixie could hold her own in any tussle! And she was FAST, running circles around little miss LunaRu. Pixie earned the added name, Pop, because she couldn’t run in a straight line without popping around halfway through a room like a hot popcorn kernel! We swear her long legs grow an inch every day and she looks more like a giraffe the older she gets!
Pixie Pop hasn’t missed any of her old life…there are too many boxes to pounce in, buddies to chase, and warm blankets and radiators to curl up beside. We can’t tell you how happy we are that she came home with us that day. Every moment with this fuzzy little clown is pure joy!