Just over three weeks ago, I found a kitten crying in the woods near my apartment. Once I determined he wasn't a feral, I took him in immediately. I went back a couple times and didn't see any other kittens nor any sign of mum, and none of my neighbors admitted to losing any kittens, so it looks like this little orphan is here to stay. He was about 6 weeks old when I found him, I kept him in quarantine from my other two cats until he was combo tested and dewormed. I felt bad for him since he was by himself, so I played with him a lot, trying to socialize him and teach him to be a good cat. I think my hand became his "sibling" because he cuddled right up to it, and also would "attack" it! =) His enthusiastic ability to latch onto my hand and ride it like a bronco earned him the name Rodeo. He's about 9 weeks old now and is doing great.
He's such a handsome boy!
Hello, handsome friend!
He's such a handsome boy!
Hello, handsome friend!