story time: i was on my way to my daughters job to give her something this morning. omw, i see a PDT (poor dead thing) in the road. i stop, because i've taken to moving animals off the road, so stupid rednecks don't treat it like a whack a PDT. as i'm getting out, a truck is speeding, and i see making it's way to purposely hit the PDT.
BUT IT WASN'T DEAD! it jumped up...or rather, rolled/hiss/fight/baby kitten movement, truck missed it by inches. (had it hit it, i assure i'd be typing this tomorrow after posting bail). i rush it over to the animal shelter. the one i volunteered at some time ago. i know they don't have the cat side anymore, but i know there are/were like 3 cat fosters. an old acquaintance was there, said she feed and water, keep an eye out, and let me know.
poor little thing hissed and clawed at me trying to get it to a box. it's anus was extended outward...but it pooped once in the box. it's only a couple weeks old. probably dropped by mama when she was moving them : [
my acquaintance just texted me, her grandson is officially *boo-boo's human dad.
named by acq.