So for the uninitiated. Two weeks ago, Mark was going to a friend's house to get some firewood. It was a cold, rainy, raw Sunday morning. He noticed what looked like a rat on the side of the road, and then realized it was actually a kitten. A very wet, shivering, sad little kitten. He called me to ask if he should try to pick it up - dumbest question EVER! So he got out of the truck, expecting the poor thing to bolt, but it actually started walking towards him.
Got him home, through a warm bath with some flea shampoo, and after many snuggles and some food, he settled on neck and just crashed with exhaustion.
Didn't know for sure that he was a boy until his first trip to the vet the next morning. The vet gave him a clean bill of health, although we were all concerned about his weight - you could feel every bone in his body. His first weigh in - .8 lbs.
So, Louie has joined Abby and Puddy, much to their initial dismay and annoyance. He is eating like a horse, and plays constantly. The girls are beginning to want to play with him and check him out. With Abby, who I have had since she was his age, it's going a little slower. But Puddy has had five litters of her own, so one more little cretin hasn't bothered her much.
He had his second vet visit today - up to 1.6lbs, and he had his first shot. Luckily it was busy, so the technician didn't have a chance to grab my little guy and run out back with him like last time. Apparently she falls in wuv with all the kitties. Can't blame her much.