Edit: The kitten's name was changed to "Eda" (but I'm more partial to Liv, but Eda is cute too)Sunday evening Irene, Carsten, and Markus came home from visiting Irene's dad. I was sitting up stairs in my room attempting to do homework when Markus came knocking at the door. When he came in he had a small orange ball of fur in his hands; a baby kitten. I was surprised and confused. Markus handed over the little thing and I held it in my lap. It was so tiny! The poor kitten seemed very malnourished and unhealthy. While holding her, I could feel every little rib. She wasn't very lively, like a kitten should be, because she was weak. Irene told me that at her father's house one of the cats had kittens and this one wasn't able to get enough food or attention. The kitten is about thirteen weeks old, but is no bigger than that of an eight week old. Irene decided she couldn't leave the poor, weak kitten there and brought her home with them. I was overjoyed!
After debating with names, I think that Irene has decided on Liv (pronounced lee-ooh). It means "life" in Danish. Liv has been doing very well the past few days. She's been eating a lot and her little belly has swollen up a lot. She's got a lot of energy and is the sweetest kitten. I love having her lie in my lap and fall asleep. I've let her sleep in my bed a few nights as well. Nana, the dog, has been very accepting of the Liv too. I think I'm going to have a tough time saying goodbye to Liv in a few months though...
