Kitty is a young adult, feline leukemia negative and weighs all of 4 pounds 3 ounces. She has an appointment in three weeks for spaying. She was pretty calm at the vet. I stopped in at the Susquehanna Animal Shelter to see if they had room for her. Nope. She matches none of the lost kitty posts. It looks as if I am committed to her for the next three weeks.
She has a new name: Lola. As in the Kinks from 1970. I didn't really like Wee Tank. I thought about Lou Reed's Walk on the Wild Side, Holly, but it didn't sit well either. So, Lola it is. For now.
She is a nice kitty. She sat curled up in my lap in the exam room as two dogs sparred just on the other side of the door in the waiting room. It would be easier if she didn't have a piece of my heart already. Dang.