Two weeks ago we found a kitten on our family farm in Illinois. Thinking it was a boy, we promptly named it Clyde. When we found him, he was emaciated, had cuts on his face, had a cold, had dirty ears and fleas, missed his mama, had a limp, and was generally a wreck. But we’ve (by we, I mean mostly Steve’s mom, since we’re working and are only at the farm a few days this month) been nursing him back to health. We confirmed last week that he’s a boy, about 8-12 weeks old, and aside from the fleas and the cold, is in for a happy life! We’re currently on a mission to get my mom in Colorado to adopt him.
Here are some gratuitous kitten shots.