So I now have a cat. Well, a kitten actually, who I rescued from the road on my way back from one of my elementary schools last week. I honestly don't know how long I can keep her, because my apartment does not allow pets and no matter what, I know I can't take her back to New Zealand with me when I finish up in Japan (probably in August next year). I also won't be here at all this coming August, so I have to find a different home for her for that month while I'm away overseas. Truthfully, I'm stressed out of my mind about these things, but I'm determined to somehow figure something out.
This makes me sound like an idiot for picking her up in the first place, and maybe I was, but I couldn't just leave the poor thing there. At first I had intended just to move her off the road, but then I saw how small she was and that she was obviously sick (pneumonia, as it turns out), and knew I couldn't let her stay there and die of either exposure or being hit by a car. I knocked around on a few doors, but nobody seemed to know who she belonged to. She could be a stray I suppose, but if so, she's an incredibly affectionate one.
I was freaking out when I eventually got her home, because she wasn't eating or drinking on her own - I had to force-feed her milk out of an eye dropper for the first couple of days. Then when I managed to get her to a vet, I found out that she's actually 1-month old, meaning that she's capable of eating solid food; it was just that her eyes and nose were so blocked up that she wasn't able to see or smell the food. I've got her on antibiotics now though, and she's already doing much better, eating meat and generally being kitten-ish.
Since I found her on Thursday, I've named her Moku.