Very, very late last Thursday, my son heard something in his yard when he got home from work. Even after he’d gone inside he could still hear it, so after a while he went out with a flashlight to see if he could find whatever was making the noise. Much to his surprise, he found a very tiny kitten–no mom or sibs around.
He brought it inside, wrapped it in a towel and then drove to a friend’s house in the middle of the night where they sat up with it, trying to get it to eat. His friend had recently fostered a litter of orphaned kittens and she had some kitten formula on hand.
He called me the next morning and since I had to be at school for an end-of-the-year special event, we enlisted the help of his dad and stepmom who made an appointment with their vet to check over the baby. The vet verified that it was a male kitty, approximately 3 weeks old.
My son will be keeping the baby, and echoing the theme of “it takes a village to raise a child,” we’re all taking turns caring for him, since he needs to eat so often. It’s a bit of a juggling act right now given our respective work schedules, but we’re all totally “smitten by kitten”!
May 26, 2007: What a sweet little messy face after finishing his bottle.
My son with his baby…
And yes, we have some videos:
Can you believe how TINY he is??
Not quite like Mom, but if he’s hungry enough… 🙂
“We need another and a wiser and perhaps a more mystical concept of animals. Remote from universal nature and living by complicated artifice, man in civilization surveys the creature through the glass of his knowledge and sees thereby a feather magnified and the whole image in distortion. We patronize them for their incompleteness, for their tragic fate for having taken form so far below ourselves. And therein do we err. For the animal shall not be measured by man. In a world older and more complete than ours, they move finished and complete, gifted with the extension of the senses we have lost or never attained, living by voices we shall never hear. They are not brethren, they are not underlings: they are other nations, caught with ourselves in the net of life and time, fellow prisoners of the splendour and travail of the earth.”
~ “The Outermost House”