#gobbs

Tiggs was an orange tabby big man. Dumb as a box of rocks as about as prone to getting lost in a paper bag. Had just enough smarts to do things like play with light switches and door handles, though. He didn't know how to fiddle a zipper so he was relegated to being a curious sniffer from the mesh window nearest the new kitten addition to the household.

Tiggs sprung up after his sniff to BOUND AWAY and go find a toy. He brought back one of his favorite plastic springs and dropped it on the floor outside the canvas pen. Where he proceeded to bat the thing around.

Not quite putting the dots together that the kitten couldn't partake for a short list of reasons like; The kitten is asleep. And the kitten can't phase through mesh and canvas fabric to join.

Over all, going to live. With some medicines and a saved date to take care of the tail trauma.

It's all expensive, but she had the disposable income.

Now she just had to take them home. Introduce them to her two cats and Viktor's rabbit. Give them a little dawn dish soap bath or two until she could get them on flea meds. Feed and water and set up in a little kitten prison for the time being. It was good to quarantine kittens until they were healthy.

She made sure the enclosure had some toys and took one of Viktor's baby monitor cameras to point inside it. Hooked up to her phone. Little heating pad with some bedding and a temporary litter box made of cardboard, trash bag, and litter.

Bath time revealed a little tortie baby.

Tiggs and Gobbs came to sniff around the enclosure and get meowed at by the kitten. Was a good sign. Gobbs was curious, but a little standoffish. Tiggs, though, was sitting and staring in at the kitten intently.