Today could have been a another lazy one. A little kitten made sure it was not.

It all started with Camilla taking out the Boo for his morning stroll, in the meanest rain of the year. (They say that we, here in Göteborg, has gotten as much rain in one day as we normally get in a whole month.) At 1040h I got a call from Camilla: Come out and help me get the Boo in, I have found a cat and the Boo is freaking out.

The Boo loves cats. We’re not just sure in which way. We think he loves them in the: Oh so tasty and delicious way.

So I went outside and helped the Camilla in with the Boo and the cat. Now, this was not just any cat. It was a kitten. A very small kitten. It had come crawling along a trail in the woods where Camilla walked with the Boo. All wet and no cat mother in sight.

So Camilla left the cat with me and went up looking for more cats. None to be found.
Another reason for taking it in was because it is not uncommon in Sweden (and I would guess in the rest of the “civilized west”) for people just to leave cats and kittens out in the woods when they can’t, or won’t, take care of them.

Camilla couldn’t find any more cats so she headed back home. I had dried the cat and kept it warm snuggled up in a towel. The Boo jumping around me and panting like a mad… well… dog. We decided that we needed to feed the little thing so Camilla went to the pet store to get some kind of kitten milk. Parallel to this we also needed somewhere, or someone, who could take care of the kitten; who could take it in.

After a couple of calls we found a women who ran a cat-shelter an hours drive away. We packed the cat in a towel insulated shoebox and then we were on our way. We left the little thing there. The women had several cats there and one of them had just given birth so we just placed our finding with the rest of them. Turns out it was only a little over two weeks old. Poor thing.

All’s well that ands well.
We named her, we think it was a she, Myran, which means the Ant in English. We thought the name fit.