Clueless With A Kitten

My kitten, Marice, is getting towards being due for some immunisation shots. At least, I think he is. I don’t actually know how old he is, you see, because I adopted him from a puddle on the side of the road. That was about four weeks ago. He wasn’t newborn at that time, so it’s hard to say for sure how long he’s been around for. I’m also not at all sure of the precise timeline for kitten development.

To be honest, I don’t know much about anything related to having a cat around. All things considered, I’d do well to check in on the subject with at my local vet. Moorabbin must have at least one of those on the go… but seriously, I wouldn’t know. I haven’t had a pet before, unless you count that one time when there was a colony of mice living behind my bookcase and I didn’t have the heart to evict them.

I guess I’ve always had a bit of a soft spot for animals in sticky situations. Perhaps the reason I haven’t gone to visit a vet yet is my concern about being judged for taking in a stray kitten without know the first thing about how to look after it. I realise that this is probably irrational, but I can’t help it.

It’s important that I do it soon, though. The other thing I want to ask the vet about is what the story is with desexing cats. Bayside council has made it so that newly registered cats have to be desexed; at least, that’s what my housemate told me. Actually, wait… do I need to register Maurice as well? There’s so much hoop-jumping involved in helping a kitty out!

Alright. I suppose this isn’t going to be all sleepy snuggles and playing tug-of-war with old socks, like I imagined. But I’m happy to do it all for Maurice. He’s worth more than all the money I could ever spend on vet bills!