Yesterday, hubby brought home from his jobsite an abondoned baby kitten who is only a few days old. The kitten’s momma was seen on Friday moving her litter, and husband thought she had gotten them all, but Monday morning revealed one lone baby in a box and the kitten’s momma did not return by the end of hubby’s work day so he brought it to me rather than leave it to die abandoned. He knows I would never say no, and that I have supplies on hand from our poor sweet baby Telly’s short life.
I named the baby Tiger, and I am pleased to tell you that he survived his first night and day of hand feeding. He still faces long odds against him, but he eats, sleeps, peeps, and poops LIKE A BOSS, so I will take that as a positive sign and again request any prayers and good thoughts you might be willing to offer for Tiger (and maybe for me to remain strong enough to handle the constant care he will need). Here is baby Tiger’s first picture, taken this morning:
All the male cats here have been taking turns watching over him, they are good boys. All the cats have given him kisses, too. The dogs want to kiss him, but they will have to wait till he is bigger and stronger for the type of love they like to give to the cats.