I finally plucked up courage to go over to the neighbour’s to enquire about Tabs. “Courage” as in being emotionally prepared to accept what they say and make a decision. I’ve been so busy and anxious over Indy and Bunny I wasn’t ready to take on Tabs’ case yet.
But today, I went over and guess what? The makcik said Tabs isn’t theirs. Apparently, Tabs also went to their house, but they chased her out thinking she should go home to her owner since she has a collar.
This is a good lesson for me in the folly of making assumptions. Just because they moved in with cats, I had thought Tabs was theirs. A thousand apologies, makcik.
What are we going to do with Tabs now that I’m moving. Did she adopt my house or our family? That’s two different things, ie. House = Physical Building. Family = People.
My first thought now would be to take her for vaccination or spaying. Which comes first? Seeing that she is about 5 months old, I would think spaying takes precedence.
Dr Susanna said the collar should be taken off because it is scratching her neck. And Dr S also found some ear mite infection in Tabs which needs medical attention.
How did a collared kitten, and a pretty one at that, go missing? Did someone dump her?
I’ll never know, but now, what should I do?
Spay first, I know. If possible, tomorrow.
Shall I still call her Tabs?
I called my husband and told him the news that Tabs doesn’t belong to the neighbour.
My first thought was to put Tabs for adoption.
But husband said since Tabs had found him first (and yes, that’s true, Tabs went to him first), it means we’ll adopt Tabs.
Oh? This is totally unexpected because husband had said, “No more cats, foster okay, but not adopting”.
This is different, he said, ‘coz Tabs found him and chose to live with us.
So it looks like we’re adopting Tabs, but what about Cow & Cleo’s objections?
They’ll learn, he said.
I certainly hope so.
I guess she was a bit frightened of all the commotion just now when a friend dropped in, so she went out.
Hey Tabs…you’re coming with us when we move, unless of course, your owner turns up.
And, Tiger would have a friend again – a fellow tabby-cat.
Maybe it’s not we adopting Tabs but Tabs adopting us!