A kitty manual.
At the end of May I was getting off a very very busy freeway onto a very very busy intersection in a lane I don’t normally go in and quickly glanced to my right where at the bend of this intersection near a gutter and a gas station was a baby kitten who looked like a black mouse, on the street meowing for help. It took several tries, a wonderful passerby man , food and extreme prayers this kitten wouldn’t dash onto the freeway but eventually after biting the crap out of my and the passerby’s hand, I carried him to my home. He was filthy and skin and bones. He had the most foul bout of diarrhea and he was terrified. Or I should say she because I thought he was a baby girl for the longest. Anyway After about an hour of terrible fear, he relaxed and would not get off my chest for days. Mind you I have asthma and am extremely allergic to cats but I just couldn’t put him through anymore fear so, he made my home his own.
Welcome home Toothless the dragon. Chewie will have to warm up to you.