Those of you that know me in real life know that I'm not the flashiest of dressers - my hemlines are usually below the knee and my tops are not that tight-fitting. I wear glasses. My hair is usually in a bun. Sensible shoes are to be found on my feet. Thanks to my chronic fatigue, I'm one of those "early to bed" folks. I have almost 3000 books between The Collection and Mt. Bookpile. Let's not forget the cats.
In short, I could be considered the stereotypical librarian.
Today at MPOW, during breakfast, I started to hear about a tiny, lost kitten loose in the main building. By 8am, he was in a Have-a-Heart cage in my office. By 3:30, he was in my car, heading for the vet.
Frances needs to be quarantined for two weeks to check for rabies (I got bit a couple of times getting him into the cage), and he needs to be tested for FIV/FeLV. So until the 16th, he's not fully part of the family but...
What kind of fool am I? The kind that rescues an adorable 6-week-old kitten and prays that he soon gets to come cuddle with the boys.