The new family member pictured in the previous post now has a name: Naomi. When she is good, she can use my surname. When she is bad and beautiful, she will get my husband's surname: Campbell. Hey, she's a gorgeous little supermodel with attitude; why not?
Yeah, a gorgeous little supermodel with fleas, worms and a slight upper respiratory tract infection. (Still sounds better to me than the hooman supermodel Naomi!) But no feline leukemia and no FIV! We went to the vet this afternoon. Naomi's now had her first shots, been dewormed, and had flea treatment. She's sleeping the excitement off now. I didn't hear a peep from her the whole drive home.
I stopped at the pet store and got her a cushy new bed, and a little toy to cuddle. She's in quarantine for about four more days until she shakes the infection.
She weighs two pounds and is about six weeks old, truly a little baby. I hope that Naomi has a long and happy life with us, and that Zoë us watching from Cat Heaven (they must have a lot of catnip there!), pleased.