Sebastian

Wow. Let me tell you of Sebastian. It is quite a saga.

A few nights ago, Quest and his friend came running to the house yelling about a kitten. Anne told me, the res. cat expert, to go and see if it was old enough to be taken from its mother. I looked into Quest's t-shirt to see a baby baby baby kitten, eyes not even opened. I said, "Put it back. Now." They did. We watched it for a few hours, and no sign of its mommy. We decided that if left alone, its chances of survival were slim given the rats and the fact that it's mom ditched it! So we got it a box, fed it some milk from a dropper, and left it outside for the night in the hopes that it would be reclaimed by mom.

No such luck, kitty. The next morning we found box and kitty exactly as we'd left them, untouched and squealing. Well...what would you do? We adopted it of course! We spent the rerst of the day frantically buying kitty friendly milk, a bottle, and looking up info online about how to care for the thing. Upon discovering it was a he, Sol piped up that he'd always wanted to name a pet Sebastian. We thought it a bit early to be naming him, since we weren't sure of its survival.

Actually, we still aren't. But let me tell you, this kitten is a beast. It has Olympic lungs, made obvious by its tendency to cry; he is very active, which we can see from the incessent climbing up our bodies when we try to feed him; he has pooped, always a good sign; and he eats A LOT. I don't want to get too attached...agh,who am I kidding? If Sebastian died tomorrow, yeah...I'd be sad. Despite the fact that he pooped on BOTH of my tie-dyed t shirts...little rat! Not. haha. Wish young Sebastian luck in the world! He seems to enjoy it!