Meet Elliott

Thursday evening as Hubby was returning home, he came over the hill on Elliott road to discover three cars parked along side and in the road.  He pulled across the street into a parking lot, stepped out of the car to see what was going on.  There was a lady in the road telling people to stop and he could see a orange ball of fur, Pomeranian he thought.

The lady bent down to  pick up the ball of fur when it ran off in Hubby’s direction.  As it ran he saw it was a little orange kitty.  The woman yelled “catch it, I think it’s been ran over, I see tire marks on it!”

Hubby saw that it ran up under a parked car and he went to go get it for the lady.  He said he even thought, “Now would be a good time to have a pair of gloves because I’m sure it will bit me”.  He reached up and under the wheel well and touched fur and dragged it out.  As he turned around and said, “I’ve got it!”, he saw an empty street.  Everybody had driven off and left him with a kitten.  Guess what he did?

Brought it home for me to check out.  I gave him a rub down, felt for broken bones or cuts, but thankfully there is nothing but dirt and oil on this little kitty.

I had a can of formula in the pantry (I seem to keep needing it!) gave him a very watered down version and cleaned him mamma cat style.

We discussed that we didn’t need more cats but what are we to do?  Our first idea was to go back to where the kitten was found and start knocking on doors.  A kitten this young would have had to have a mother close by. I guess-amate his age to be 3 to 4 weeks.

No one claimed him and so we took him back home.  We are calling him Elliott after the road where he barely escaped death.  Every feeding he is eating more and showing signs for strength.  So far he spends most of the day curled up in my sweater.  I carry him to and fro and we keep each other warm.  He won’t be able to sustain his own body heat for a couple of weeks yet.

Unfortunately this also means I’m getting up every three hours to feed him his bottle.  Then help him potty.  In two weeks he should be old enough to learn to use the potty all by himself but until than I’m mamma cat.  Good thing he’s super cute and sweet!

I’ll just keep feeding him and hope for the best.  So far he has survived 2 nights in my care and it warms my heart to hear him purr.

I’ll keep you posted on his progress.

Take care my friends, Brandie

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