Welp.
His name is either Rocky or Byron, we haven’t decided. Pulled him out from under an old chest-style Coke fridge outside a Route 66 diner in small-town Oklahoma. No family, area is full of cars, dogs, and coyotes, he’s dehydrated, and I am pretty sure he has a respiratory infection.
So he goes to the vet with Fancy tomorrow and we hope they can help us get him into a shelter ASAP. There is literally not enough room for a second quarantine zone here.
Kitten season. Sheesh. SHEESH.
Poor baby. Thank you for caring…
He was crying his lungs out hoping his mother would come back, very loud, big distressed kitten cries. That sound brings me to a dead stop every single time and I can’t walk away. Whatever parenting instinct I have skipped the part where I’m supposed to be weak for human babies (though I very much am as I get older and now that I have had all potential baby-making parts irrevocably ejected) and went straight to kittens.
He does NOT like people, though. He’s very skittish, although still young enough to socialize.
I’m praying we can place him quickly. I hate to say it but he needs more help than I can give him, I think.
This kid. Oh my god.
Rocky is L O U D. VERY VERY L O U D.
Before we packed up to see Dr. R., I got him to take some formula and some wet food, and he was able to relax enough to pee, sort-of cuddle, and give me a tiny tiny very brief purr. So he’s quite tameable. Just a couple of days to bring him around, I think, and he’ll be friendly to at least me.
He seemed to have some pain while peeing, and he definitely has ear mites, fleas, and probably the ubiquitous stray kitten URI. So he’s getting checked out by our favorite vet right now.
I’m still hoping to find a shelter or foster family to take him very soon. I would LOVE to take care of him, he’s at an absolutely delightful age, but I’m at my capacity with the others and wouldn’t want to give him or the others short shrift.
I didn’t plan on this. Babies are expensive. Babies are stressful. Babies are also precious, every kitten’s life is precious, and they all deserve to be taken care of. So I’ll do it for this little dude until I can find someone else to do it.
So, uhh. If you know anyone within a couple of hours of Tulsa (or who is willing to drive) who can take in a super-cute 5-6 week old kitten who is half-weaned, please contact me ASAP.
He’s been checked out by Dr. R, who says he’s underweight and anemic, but otherwise healthy and should bounce back fast.
He has the saddest little face I’ve ever seen.
I’m calling around to shelters but will probably have very little luck. Kitten season = waiting list.
I’m doing my best, and goddamn is he adorable, but I am SUPER TIRED.
Again, I’m in Tulsa, and will gladly drive up to 3 hours to place him. That’s 6 hours, for someone who is willing to drive halfway.
I can guarantee he’s tameable. We caught our kitten Pause out of the backyard when he was older than that, and he got used to us in about a week, tamed up 100% in about a month. He’s shy around strangers but loves us. Domestic cats are domestic cats, especially if you catch them at this stage before they really learn to be afraid of you.
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