Early in the morning, I was taking the trash can down to the curb, being that it was garbage day. As soon as I exited the garage door, I noticed a wee little kitten, belly up. Its head was on one side of the backyard gate, the body on the otherside. Poor thing was too cold to move much, and shivered for well over an hour. Got a hold of a kitten bottle and replacement formula, fed the little black and white fluff ball.
She didn’t meow all day, not until around 8 at night. By 11, she was purring.
India Ink, the newest member of the family.