Diener the Wiener

A few weeks ago Ryan and Aaron came into the house looking for me. Aaron had something hidden in his coat. The last thing that came in the house tucked into someone's coat was a chicken that the men found in the woods, so I was momentarily horrified thinking of all the injured or juvenile creatures that might be in there. A squirrel? A coyote pup? A racoon?

Imagine my relief when it turned out to be just a kitten - albeit a skittish, skin-and-bones kitten. We didn't need another kitten as we already have two barns cats living in our basement, but this one was in pretty bad shape and I didn't have it in me to tell them to put it back outside. Apparently he had gotten trapped in a trailer and had been living on hot chocolate powder and baby wipes.

Aaron adopted the kitten and named him Dean. We tried to keep him in the basement with the other cats but he kept getting out and hiding in a hole in the wall (subsequently we have started calling him a wat, or wall cat). Once we got him out of the wall we gave him a collar and a leash and tied him to the kitchen table near his food and water and litter box, where he has been living while he gets used to being around people and dogs. Perhaps he will have to stay there until he gets too big to be a wat.

(Basement cats = bats?)