Nasty Pants

So, I had great plans to get things done yesterday.

But, instead, enter, Nasty Pants.

My day started with Bailey, our dog, barking crazily at this bush. After the third round, I inspected and found this little kitty.

After quite the chase down involving several oven mitts, my girls got their vet play set that included a small carrying box.

And off to the vet we went.

The ticks were removed.

Blood tests were done.

Fleas were treated.

And a rather large bill later, we took her home.

She spent the night in Bailey’s large crate on the porch.

She is pretty scared cat still, hence the name Nasty Pants.

I have no intention of keeping her.

We are just not set up for a cat right now, and to be honest, it was such a challenging end with our last cats, I am not sure I am willing to go through that.

I may, however, be outvoted by the other three members of our family.

I am pretty sure Bailey is on my side though.

I have been told as cute as she is, with those blue eyes, and being so young, just six weeks about, she is very adoptable.

Anyone want a kitty?