Last night, there was a truly spectacular storm. At work, we had flashlights at the ready in case the power went out and had discussed what to do in case it got any worse. Partially due to the storm, it had been a very slow night, so it was a bit before closing when we had almost everything done and really just needed to lock the doors and turn out the lights. A quarter 'till close, a man came in to inform us that he had seen a kitten in the parking lot and was concerned about it. Being a big-hearted softy, I immediately pulled on my jacket and ran out to find him cowering underneath a light. He was a bit bony, so it was hard to tell if he was a very small adolescent or just a skinny baby. He looked even bonier with his fur all wet, curled up as tight as he could and shivering.
I wrapped him up in my jacket, brought him inside, and tucked him into a box to warm up and stay out of the way until we closed. Once he’d warmed up a bit, though, he didn’t care for that and kept hopping out and trying to follow me. Finally, we got everything done and headed out of there and I brought the little guy and his box home.
I haven’t had a cat of my own since my Clancy, who died last winter, but I still had some of his stuff out in the garage, so I got a litter box, food, water and the box which was now “home” to the little guy all set up in my room. After close examination, I was able to determine that, yes, the little guy is a boy. It was hard to tell at first, though, because his bottom was extremely swollen. He also has bloody scabs behind his ears, making me think he most likely has mites. He’s had some diarrhea episodes, too, though he’s mostly managed to make it into the litter box every time, so I assume he must have some experience with living in a house. There was also a bit of gagging and quite a bit of pained sounding crying, making me worry about just how bad off he might be.
I’ve got a vet appointment for this afternoon to have him checked out and get some tests done. I’ve never had a kitten before, always adopting adult rescue animals in the past, so I’m not quite sure what to expect. Assuming everything is okay and an owner doesn’t come forward, I’ll be keeping him, though I’m trying to keep from getting too attached just in case.
And yes, I know the rule about pictures. Assuming there isn’t anything direly wrong with him, I’ll be back with some after his appointment.