Tucker: 1) Yes, the brown kitty in the bathroom is staying so be nice. 2) When my eyes blink, that does not mean bat at them.

(This blog was originally written on Tuesday, I just needed a picture.)
Day 3 in Kittenland.

Tucker slept next to me in my bed all night, only waking me up twice. I've never seen a kitten sleep so much. Though he did decide to get up at 5:30 and discovered, with sheer wonder, that my eyes do indeed blink, but are not for playing. 

I had class for an hour at 10:30 and then returned home so Kristen and I could drive 20 minutes to pick up her kitten, Mason. The SPCA is usually closed on Tuesdays, but we walked up to the door and it was immediately unlocked by a woman asking if we were Mason's owners. She put him in the cardboard carrier with the purple knit mat on the bottom and gave us his updated information. 

In the car, we figured he was still drugged from the procedure, which is why he wasn't freaking out like Tucker did. Kristen laughed at how he purred despite the car speeding down the highway at 80 MPH. We decided to keep him in the bathroom alone for as long as possible since he wasn't stitched up, just glued. But that didn't last long. I opened the door and Tucker zoomed in and before I knew it, they were sniffing each other out and spitting and batting. It was like they didn't know what to do with each other. Kristen was in class taking a test till 4 so I was left catering to Mason on the bathroom floor while Tucker was in Jessica's room. 

A little while after Kristen came home and a group of her classmate friends came to see the kitties, I was lying on her bed when I heard, "Chrissy. Help!" from the bathroom. I went in and saw her holding Mason on his back. "Look." I got closer and saw at the base of Mason's tail was a little white worm. "It came out of his butt," she said. I gasped. Ugh! And the kitten troubles begin. I held him while Kristen picked it up with a tissue. She looked utterly terrified. "What do we do? Should they not play together?"

I told her to just call a vet immediately and they'd tell us what to do. Turns out there wasn't any need to worry. Kristen called the vet nearest us and we asked for a free check-up and told her about the worm we found on Mason. I could hear over the phone, "That's very common if the kitten had fleas before. It is transferrable but it's nothing to worry about... they can still play together.... The only way we can get it is if we literally put their fluids in our mouth...." We got an appointment for both of them at 5 o'clock today since I was worried about one of Tucker's eyes. He tends to squint it more than the other one. 

With that out of the way, our night carried on with the loud galloping sounds of the kitties racing around and playing, occasionally jumping on Kristen's bed while we watched Gossip Girl.