Around the beginning of October this sad little kitty was
stupid smart enough to find himself dumped on my porch just in time for LBM to grab him while I was loading the car
Catching a feral kitten is no small feat. Then having caught one it's an even bigger
stroke of luck accomplishment to not get bitten by the animal.
Luckily for LBM the kitten was neither inclined to run or bite both; a sign of it's obvious malnutrition.
brute of punishment animal lover that I am, the kitty came inside and took up residency in the basement while we feed him back to health.
Fast forward to this morning, I now have one nicely chubby, one-eyed, no named kitty who LBM is completely in love with while the kitty merely indulges LBM's over-the-top attempts to express that love.
This morning no name kitty may just have found his name.
Because those are what I dropped at just the first of several vet visits.
Now, I OWN you!