While walking home from the market this morning, Terry and I found a kitten curled up in the street. It was so sad, she was so skinny and not moving or anything. I had Terry bring the food and flowers back home and bring the cat travel bag and some food and water. She was so thirsty! We brought her to the vet to see if she had a tag and to see what the options are in France. The vet was saying how she’s not sure if she were to be able to be put up for adoption, that she might die, that we wouldn’t be able to take her back if no one adopted her. It was so sad to hear these things and this kitten is so little and helpless, so we decided to keep her. The vet gave us some cat food and a food bowl (so nice of her) and we brought her home.
So, world, meet Vincent! She’s super sweet and nice, but very thin and in serious need of love. We named her Vincent because we found her next to the church we live by, Eglise Saint Vincent de Paul.
The last picture is of Fiesta, our first kitty. She’s kind of hating everything, not knowing what to do, is pissed off, etc… but I think they will grow to like each other. I hope so. If not, we need to find someone to adopt Vincent.
