Here's the story: a friend of ours went to the winery last weekend. She came across a little kid dragging something around. No parents around, of course. This little kitten had a hair scrunchy around his waist and the kid had tied a string to the scrunchy and was just dragging him around.
He was extremely dehydrated, his eyes were crusted shut, and he was only 5 weeks old. He must have gotten lost or separated somehow from his mom.
So our friend rescued him and brought him home. She cleaned him up and took him to her sister's vet practice. He was deemed fairly healthy considering. So she started feeding him and giving him watered down milk with a syringe. The problem was that she couldn't keep him. She already had a dog and two older cats that wanted absolutely nothing to do with him; and they were leaving for Myrtle Beach for 2 weeks.
So my hubby, the sucker that swears he doesn't like cats, said that we would take him in. He insists that our other new kitty needed a playmate. That's fine.
But, at the moment, they are mortal enemies. Zoe, our 8 month old kitty, seems to be flaunting her ruling of the roost and is constantly picking / nipping / fighting with him. I do have to give him some credit though, he can hold his own and battles back against her. I guess he gets that from being on his own so early in his life.
Here he is all spread out. He really did bounce back to a healthy baby pretty quick.
Soon-to-be-best-friends (we hope).