I just realized that we have been here in West Africa for 3 months now. In many ways it seems like longer!
Our house has been in upheaval this week because our floor was finally finished (with the help of a local mason
and some cement from the Peace Corps). This meant we had to take
everything out of the house and are now in the process of putting it
back in. And then, in the midst of this project, we found ourselves to be
the proud new adoptive parents of...a small kitten!
We were walking home from our family's other compound one evening with our sister Mamie and we all stopped to greet some neighbors. They were sitting by the street outside their compound with a pretty adult cat (unusual in itself - a lot of people here really dislike cats) and Darrin suddenly asked them (in Mandinka) where the kittens were. I don't know why he asked, but it was meant to be, because they said (in Mandinka) that they were in the house. An old, shirtless man got up from his mat and took us to the door of a small cement building, then told us we should take the three small kittens inside. We explained that we could only take one, so we chose a medium-sized female with grey tiger stripes and a small orange blaze in her head. She has been living in our bathroom when we are not around to supervise her, but has adjusted to using a litter box (really a bidong we cut in half and filled with sand from the road) and has been surviving on powdered milk and some fish from the market (cat food is not something they sell in most stores here, since feeding people is, understandably, the greater priority). We are still trying to come up with a good name for her though...
I will post a picture was soon as I get the chance!