I'm Still Really Good At Spending/Wasting Money: Stray Cat Edition.
Like so many poor decisions, it started with a few drinks. We'd all seen her around, and we'd all felt sorry for her in our own ways: some offered food, or a place to stay on a cold night. But I went that one step further: I offered to house her. "Sure. I'll take her in." Gulp. Gulp Gulp. What were we talking about again?
She'd been hanging around Sam and Elisha's for weeks, but she was only weeks old. She was all white (more like a dull cream before the wash), with a patch of grey atop her head, the same shade as a rain cloud that only holds a small shower. And on Saturday, I picked her up and off we went to the vet where she was, frankly, abused: a lot of unpleasant but necessary tests to turn my little street kitten into my little domestic cat.
The rest of the weekend was spent playing with a clean, healthy and very cute kitten as a slow realization dawned on me: I was extremely allergic to this tiny, wide eyed, brave, curious and playful little creature. So come Monday, I started the search for her new home: I decided this was better than self-amputating my sinus passages. It took 4 hours before a co-worker offered to take her in.
My fleeting dash with cat ownership lasted 3 days, cost me close to $300 in vet bills and assorted cat-coutrements, and has left me sneezing solidly, despite the vacuuming. But it was worth it: it started to pour with rain tonight, and instead of shivering on the streets, she's warm as toast in a new apartment, and a more permanent home.