I’m pretty sure I posted on my newest baby, Possum. Yup—-right here.
But I don’t think I ever told you his story. We have a lot of stray’s running around here. A LOT. On September 23, a gorgeous calico gave birth under my husband’s boat. She had SEVEN! Only 3 survived the first few days. I was trying SO hard to avoid these amazingly adorable, fuzzy kittens. We already have 6 cats in my house. When out of nowhere, a tiny grey, fleabitten, half naked, ugly kitten runs up and screams at me. When I pick it up, he lances my nose, and punctures my index nail, and lays my thumb WIDE open. Blood everywhere. He was an absolute wreck. Don’t believe me??? LOOK!
See? And that was after a bath and flea treatment. He had ringworm (still battling that a bit) and some kind of allergic reaction to the flea and ant bites, as well as poor nutrition. He was about 5 weeks old and only weighed 1/2 a pound.
And thank you to my amazing husband who puts up with my animal hoarding tendancies. He is a good GOOD man, ya’ll!