If being next to a cookie factory wasn't awesome enough, while there, one of the artists found a kitten in serious distress and promptly began to nurse it back to health. The poor little guy was in dreadful shape. She was found barely crawling among some stacks of wooden pallets. Initially she was thought to be blind as her eyes were so badly crusted shut. Her breathing was laboured as her nose was also crusted over. She was filthy, with matted fur, and so thin she was more skeleton that cat.
She was washed and her eyes gently cleaned so she could see. I had no idea that "cat milk" was thing, but apparently it is, and some was purchased so the starving, dehydrated little lady could slowly regain her strength.
The first few days weren't pretty. She barely moved and a stiff breeze probably could have knocked her over. A very kind vet saw her for free and treated her for the many illnesses she'd contracted. What was once a shadow of a cat is now shaping up to be cuddly, mischievous little kitten who is slowly being encouraged to learn some fun, acrobatic tricks, like walking across her papa's outstretched arms.
And this kitten... oh this kitten...
Being allergic to cats, I've kind of made myself not be a cat person. But this little guy? She has totally won me over. I am smitten with this kitten. I think there was concern that the higher ups would not be pleased with the adoption of a kitten on the tour, but there was no need to worry. She's won everyone over.
She hangs out with us backstage and does transport like a champ. I dare say her level of cuteness maybe unrivaled. I swear, I can't even handle it. It was said that as soon as she'd regained her strength, they'd let her go. But who are we kidding? She's here to stay.
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