Our Little Monkey
Last night, my daughter brought home a tiny kitten from work -- she has a summer job at a veterinarian clinic. He and his littermates were tossed over someone's fence and he was the only one who survived. The good Samaritans nursed him over the weekend and brought him into the clinic on Monday. He's probably about four days old and he seems to be doing well. He's eating and pooping on schedule, so everything seems to be working the way it should be. He squawks like a wind-up toy and is quick to let you know he's unhappy. Our dog is utterly fascinated with him and hasn't let him or the box out of her sight. So, with that attitude, I think he has a pretty good chance at survival.
