The littlest Klingon

As soon as the black fleas went back, we kept on having more baby Klingon guests. I didn’t care for the second batch too much. They were a little scaredy and a bit too Klingon-y to me, too many sharp points and not enough caution about using them, and so I gave them a wide berth.

Sure, they look all innocent now.

Sure, they look all innocent now.

However, the third batch was just fine. These came to us with a case of the sneezles and the wheezles.

They didn't feel that gud.

They didn't feel that gud.

The tiny tortoiseshell Klingon, the runt of the litter, had it the worst. She didn’t even weigh in at a pound soaking wet, and while the other two Klingons would run and jump around, she would just lie there on the sofa very quiet. Now that’s my kind of Klingon! We got along very well together.

Lullaby... and good night....

Lullaby... and good night....

However, the humans were worried about her, so No. 1 took her to That Place. After they came home, No. 1 started squirting some sort of white gloppy substance down her gullet for a few days. It may have been that, or it may have been the Tuna Cure that No. 2 invented, but on about Day 3, that tiny thing reached out and batted at a toy!

After that the littlest Klingon started feeling better and began to have a very big appetite. That’s when the humans knew she was going to be all right.

Out of my way, human! That's my yogurt!

Out of my way, human! That's my yogurt!

Here she is, paying a visit on me in my happy place.

If you won't let me in, I'll just sit out here.

If you won't let me in, I'll just sit out here.

Three Klingons and a tribble. Can you tell which is which?

Three Klingons and a tribble. Can you tell which is which?

We wuv each other.

We wuv each other.

The two orange baby Klingons went back to the shelter when they got over their colds. But the littlest Klingon had a lot of catching up to do, so she stayed with us awhile longer. No. 2 grew extra attached to Bunny (which No. 1 named her because she looked and felt like a dust bunny), and he asked all of his friends if they would like to adopt her. One of his bestest friends, a very nice young human, said yes! She had just adopted a Klingon a month earlier, and that Klingon needed a playtime companion.

Have you hugged your Klingon today?

Have you hugged your Klingon today?

The best thing about this was that we kept on visiting Bunny at the friend’s place. Here she is a couple months later.

She sprouted legs.

She sprouted legs.

It’s hard to say whether she remembered me, but she definitely remembered that dogs are OK. Her housemate ran away and hid from me, but Bunny came right out and said, “Issa goggie!”

Here’s one more picture, from about half a year later.

Look at what a fluffy tail I have!

Look at that fluffy tail!

I’m glad this story had such a happy ending. For the first time I kind of understood why humans like to keep Klingons around.

Woofs,
Willie

Posted: November 11th, 2011 under Fun things.

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