Tiny survivor
Tonight while working the foster pet clinic (and doing a little double duty for the regular clinic manager in the kitten nursery) I heard an unholy high-pitched screeching in the Cat Intake room. I had just been in there and no one was there except a young cream and white cat who squeaked rather than meowing and a gray cat who hadn't opened its mouth at all.
What it was, was the tiniest blue-cream kitten imaginable--old enough to have its eyes wide open and scramble around--letting everyone know that she was here and she was HUNGRY and in need of attention NOW! I took her out of the kennel and she was momentarily quiet when I held her over my heart, but when she realized I didn't have anything for her to eat she resumed scrambling and screeching. I finally made her a little more comfortable in a carrier rather than a kennel, with a warmer and a blanket, but she never stopped hollering. What she lacked in size, she made up for in volume!
She had been found by someone on a Clayton mobile home lot, in the insulation of one of the homes, with her siblings. She was the only survivor. No sign of the mother. The person didn't know what to do with her, so they brought her to us. Thank goodness. The foster coordinator and I did her intake check; she's healthy and weighed half a pound, so she'd eaten recently anyway. She got a tiny dose of worm medicine. About that time the foster showed up. I suggested that this tiny one needed a warrior's name, perhaps Brunnhilde or something, since she was such a survivor. I'm just sorry I didn't get a picture before she left!
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