It’s So Cute And Fluffy

I realized, as I sit here decompressing from a hectic day of work and travel, that have been remiss in introducing you all to the latest addition to the menagerie. It’s a little female murder floof that came to us in the what is becoming our usual way of acquiring murder floofs (flooves?). 

The Queen, as has been reported on previous occasions, has a knack (some may call it a gift or a curse) for premonition when it comes to animals in distress. Murder floofs in particular. So, back in the fall, she was out an about taking a walk in the town cemetery in the evening for a bit of exercise. She later reported that she had been having a premonition about a murder floof for a couple of weeks. 

Had she mentioned that last bit BEFORE she went for a walk, I would have hand cuffed her and stuffed her in a straight jacket until the feelings passed. But, such was not the case. 

Any kitten, The Queen is strolling casually around the cemetery when, out of nowhere, a very tiny murder floof comes up to her starts playing “c’m’ere go’way” running up to The Queen only to scamper out of arms reach. This went on for a bit, and The Queen recognized that A) this was a very young murder floof, 2) said floof was not terribly healthy, and c) the cemetery offered nothing in the way of food, water or shelter for a floof. The Queen set about making efforts to lure the tiny floof home. 

Bear in mind that this is occurring a bare 2-3 days before we have to leave to go on a church camping trip to Missouri. We estimated that the as yet to be identified gender kitten was approximately 6 weeks old, very malnourished and afflicted with a raging case of diarrhea and a prolapsed pooter port. Chances of finding a willing home for an unhealthy kitten in our area on short notice border on lottery winner odds. We made a game effort, but the only responder was looking for a barn cat. When we reported that the tiny murder floof was nowhere near ready to go toe to toe with field mice much less larger critters, they faded back into the woodwork never to be heard from again. 

Proto Murder Floof - forgot to rotate the photo

So, guess who took a long road trip to Missouri with us. We are such suckers. 

Murder Floof was super puny, but she was (and still is) super cute. She was barely the size of my hands put together. We wound up taking her to a vet clinic in Missouri while were there since her bowels were a mess and we did not want her to die from an infection or something related to the prolapsed exit orifice. The vet poked and prodded and pronounced the (presumed) female kitten reasonably capable of survival with some care. Even the vet had a hard time guessing gender at the time. 

The Namening process went surprisingly well considering our history. Initially, we called her Hershey in honor of her bowel movements, but The Queen and M&M ultimately landed on Cocoa Nut. So, her full name is Hershey Cocoa Nut. 

Yes, we are weird about animal names. No, we don’t care. 

She is now about 6 months old give or take a few weeks. She has fully recovered from her early maladies though her bowel movements can still peel paint and she refuses to cover them up. I don’t think she can stand to be in the litter box with them either. She’s only a lap kitten on an infrequent basis, but she will roll around next to you and let you pet her until she finds a reason to leave. Her purr is one of the loudest we’ve heard, and her tail could be used as a feather duster. She does enjoy being held, and she is a holy terror to the other animals.