One our busiest foster Moms rescued a little guy she named "Tattoo" yesterday. He had been living under a shed in somebody's back yard. When Shelley called me and tried to describe this little guy, I listened with half an ear as I was poised to type the information in our database of new rescues. She went on with great animation, "Beth, this is the strangest little guy I've EVER seen."
I stopped typing. Shelley has been doing rescue for years and years. "Strangest she's ever seen" is really something.
Apparently, Tattoo is a 4 week old kitten - except that he's the size of a 10 **DAY** old kitten!! Tattoo is doing all the things that 4 week old kitten does - he's toddlin' around, climbing the side of the sofa. Shelley tells me that it's like watching a spider go up the side of the couch - he's THAT tiny. He's smaller than her 10 day old bottlefeeders that she currently has.
Without further adieu....introducing "Tattoo"
We were really hesitant about naming this guy. Giving him a name means we're all attached to him and it's hard to know if this little freaky-mutant-sweetie will survive. I'm seeing BIIIIIG vet bills in our rescue's future for this little man. But he's worth it.
I haven't even met him and I'm already attached. God help me.