Since Bessie paid for half of the vet bill for the new rescue, she got to choose her first name. She chose Bellatrix. The compromise was that, if we replace “Peanut” with “Bella” - then I insisted on keeping “Fostorius” as the kitten’s last name.
“What does ‘fostorius’ mean?” asked Bessie.
“It means neither one of us is keeping her,” I replied.
“Yeah, right.” said Bessie.
Here’s a picture of Bella at the vet, in her Aunt Bessie’s hands. Aside from the usual feral-kitten maladies of ear mites, fleas, and worms, she got a clean bill of health. I guess there is a lot of upper respiratory infection in foundling kittens here this summer, but Dr. Butts said Bella doesn’t seem to have any symptoms - but she should be kept quarantined for another 24-36 hours to make sure.
She weighed in at 1.5 pounds, but after the disgustingly HUGE amount of dead mites, dried blood, and mite poo cleaned from her ears (”She might be able to hear for the first time in her life,” said Dr. Butts), she probably was a quarter pound lighter!
She got blood tests (negative) and shots (ouch!) and a round of Revolution to nix all the parasites, and then was sent home so she could hide back under the cabinet in the bathroom again.
While I held her in the waiting room, she was purring up a storm, and all was forgiven fo! r my still-throbbing finger. She sure is a cutie patootie!
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