The last time I didn't rescue a kitten, I felt such horrible guilt about it that I went back to check on it less than 24 hours later... to find that it had died. So when we passed a kitten in the gutter while walking the dogs on Saturday morning, I picked it up over the prostestations of dear hubby. We really don't have room for another animal in our lives. I agree with him 100% on that fact. So it's never ever never coming in the house and, in fact, we aren't keeping it, just nursing it back to health.
Anybody need a kitten?
I've honestly never seen so many fleas on one tiny animal. It was horrifying, really. A scene from a bad movie.
It's been bathed, fed, bathed and fed again. Middle Munchkin has spent many hours in the last two days tending to the poor thing. It's nearly flea-free and seems to really enjoy the fine-toothed comb she's been running through its fur to help clean it. By this evening it was purring and acting almost downright perky.
I guess tomorrow I pick up meds for ear mites and worms. We shall see how it goes from there.