Martin & Martina

We have a very fun and silly Argentine friend named Martin who we met through Dali. His family has hosted several study abroad students so he knows what’s up with Americans. Anyhow, so he found a kitten in the park one day and decided to take it home, despite the fact his mom is allergic or something. So, as good-hearted people who can’t put a kitten out on the streets, we said we’d take the kitten for a few days. Martin, very modestly, decided to name the kitten Martina.

^^we tried skyping with Martina to our friend Ann Marie; a good family photo I think

He brings the kitten over in its box along with its food, which is a pound of meat that we’re supposed to feed it raw. Martina is absolutely adorable—sleeps all day, easygoing—everything you always wanted in a kitten. But then she kinda turned on us. Walked around the bed all night, peed on Dali’s bed…and then two weeks after she left, I find she pooped all over a pink scarf of mine in the closet!

Of course, Martin didn’t come to get her until a few days after he promised. Unfortunately, he left her outside because someone told him she would just “hang out,” and she ran away. I think she was really more of an outdoor cat anyway.

So that was our stint with a cat.