) so we strongly felt he was either lost or abandoned. The latter of the two being the most likely case in the town we live in. =( We would have kept him if not for our only other cat (who doesn't always like other cats) and her rather unfriendly reception of such a fragile kitten. So we kept him happy and well fed while my mother asked around to find him a good place to call home. A day later she called from work with the best news I heard in a while. Her good friend from work and his wife wanted to take the little guy in. The already have four other cats (2 of which are kittens the same age) they had rescued and nursed back to health and said they would love to add to the family. He came to our house after my mother got home that evening to pick the little guy up and take him home.
Last we heard they have named him Moses. He's spotlessly clean, flea free, putting on weight (back on a formula/kitten food diet), growing like a weed... and when he's not playing with the other cats, he's curled up for a nap on his new mom or dad. ;D I've never been happier with an outcome and wanted to share some of the joy.
