Ryder!

My coworker Gene was driving home at rush hour yesterday when he saw a tiny orange kitten standing, terrified, in the middle of the street. Cars were going by in both directions and the kitten was completely trapped in the street because it was walled by concrete barriers (not sure how he got there in the first place).


So picture Gene, a 6-foot-8 man, darting around in traffic, knocking on people's car windows asking, "Did you see which way the kitten went???" Finally he found him -- the kitten had made his way to the center divider and was standing up against it, shaking. Gene scooped him up and called me.

We named him Ryder because Gene found him on Ryders Lane.


I took him home and put him in my bathtub like I had done with Fiver and all his brothers and sisters. He was purring within the hour, and he is a total attention whore. I took him to the vet today and they said everything looks healthy. The vet thinks he's about 6 weeks old (I had guessed 8 weeks). Got his vaccinations and everything.


Luckily, I knew two people who wanted a kitten. One was initially a Giant Douche (you know who you are), but then as soon as he met Ryder he completely fell in love and wanted to take him home. Unfortunately for him, being a Giant Douche, even if it was just for a few minutes, precluded him from getting the kitten. So I am driving Ryder down to D.C. for Liza tomorrow.
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More pictures to come soon.

Hooray!