05/29/2026
STORY TELLIN' TIME! GET COMFY...
Thereâs been a new kitten, Rue, in the neighborhood since Sunday. And let me tell you⌠this kitten appeared out of absolutely nowhere like the Cat Distribution System accidentally hit âexpress shipping.â
Nobody saw a pregnant mom.
Nobody saw a mom with kittens.
Nobody has seen an adult cat around here that isnât ear tipped.
Just⌠suddenly⌠tiny tabby, Rue, wandering around the HOA like he pays dues.
And this kitten?
This kitten has the survival instincts of a potato. A couple nights ago, Jeff quietly walked up behind him and sniffed him. The kitten didnât even notice. Didnât hear him. Didnât react. Didnât sense danger. Nothing. If that had been a predator instead of Jeff, weâd be holding a memorial service beside the mailboxes. Then the kitten finally turned around, saw Jeff, and started screaming like Jeff had personally ruined his life.
Thatâs also when I realized potato kitten was trying to follow the adult cats around. Because right after "the scaring" my front camera picked him up. Which immediately activated my anxiety because people in this neighborhood drive like the Indianapolis 500 is sponsored by unresolved anger issues.
Mind you: THE SPEED LIMIT IS TEN. TEN. Not 45. Not âhowever fast your Dodge Charger can spiritually handle.â TEN.
Originally, my plan was: âWelp. If the tiny potato survives long enough to hit 3 pounds, Iâll TNR it.â
But unfortunately I was born with feelings.
So I contacted Burlington Animal Services and asked what my options were. I even offered to foster temporarily until the kitten is old enough for spay/neuter and adoption.
Do I WANT to foster?
Absolutely not. I am tired. I am crispy emotionally. I need a break.
BUT⌠if temporary fostering is what it takes to save a cat, apparently thatâs what Iâm doing because I can never mind my own business when a cat is involved.
Fast forward to trapping time. I used Christina's drop trap because mine still isnât here yet. Everything was going fine until the transfer.
Now, let me explain something: I was wearing bite gloves. I ALWAYS wear bite gloves. Because unlike potato kitten, Rue, I HAVE survival instincts.
During the transfer, the kitten got its head into a tiny opening between the trap and transfer cage. So with my left gloved hand, I gently pushed the kittenâs head back down. And my index finger was the final point of contact.
The kitten bit me.
And at first I wasnât concerned because I thought: âHa. Foolish tiny creature. I am protected by fancy gloves.â
Incorrect.
Two microscopic demon needles somehow found THE SEAM in the glove. Not the leather. Not the thick padded part. THE SEAM. Of course. Tiny punctures. Tiny blood. Big irritation.
I looked at my finger and said to OB & Rue: âWell⌠f**k.â
So I disinfected it with chlorhexidine, fed the tiny potato criminal dinner, and drove to urgent care in Greensboro. And this is where things got weirdly hilarious. When I checked in, I explained what happened and mentioned Foster Tiny Paws on Facebook. The receptionist suddenly goes: âOH MY GOD WAIT. I JUST SAW YOU IN MY FEED.â What are the odds?! My page is tiny. The internet is huge. And yet somehow Iâm standing there at urgent care holding my 'wounded' finger while being recognized for cat nonsense.
Anyway: Tetanus boosters are normally every 10 years, BUT if an animal bites you doctors are like: âCongratulations. You get another tetanus shot today.â
So now my arm hurts.
And they gave me Amox-Clav for five days. These pills are not medication. These are Flintstones vitamins for horses.
And because this is bite number FOUR in six years, I finally decided maybe it was time to look into the preventative rabies vaccine.
So I called the county health department. They told me itâs not covered by insurance and costs: $404 PER SHOT. You need two shots. So apparently rabies prevention is now a luxury service. Thankfully I called my insurance company, and they said it IS covered under my Part D plan through the pharmacy. THANK GOD.
So now potato kitten, Rue, is on a 10-day bite hold. And after that, Iâll schedule the preventative vaccine series. Which means next time I get bitten, I wonât spend 10 days wondering if Iâm going to die.
âNext time?â
Please.
Itâs me.
Of course there will be a next time.
If you'd like to adopt potato kitten, Rue, it arrived at Burlington Animal Services on the 28th, it's staying at BAS for bite hold, and will be available for adoption as soon as it's spayed/neutered.