So today I was giving IV fluid therapy to my 17 year old Siamese and someone rings the front bell. I yell “Come in!” and nothing happens. I disconnect cat from needle (cat extremely pissed off) and go to the door. No one there. I step outside, because my yard gate is open.
Something goes “mew”.
I look down. Someone has left a tiny tiny kitten in a basket on the doorstep. WTF?
I’m disentangling kitten from basket and my sometime yard person sticks her head around the gate. She’s laughing, big joke. “Oh this kitten was crying all night and today we went into the bushes by my front door and found it. (never mind why the FUCK they didn’t investigate last night)
So I say “Kitten has to go to vet NOW!”
“Why?” she says. (*headdesk*)
Yard person is nice but knows nothing about cats and jack shit about baby kittens. “Because,” I say, calling the vet, “this cat barely has its eyes open, it is too young to be weaned, and it needs special food.”
While waiting for vet appointment I get some warm milk and water syringed down the kitten’s throat. It is obviously starving and dehydrated. I haul ass to the vet.
Vet says kitten is male, about 2 weeks old, weighs .58 lb (that’s POINT 58), has about a bazillion fleas which are eating it to the point of severe anemia, and has maggots from uncleaned poop on its butt. We wash kitten. We remove about half the fleas. Vet cannot do blood tests for kitty leukemia because kitten is so anemic drawing blood would kill him. Lovely. Kitten is spending the night at the vets and he may not survive.
Everyone is so happy here because “see, we knew you were the right person to adopt the kitten.”
If this kitten survives the night I will end up feeding it every 1-2 hours, rubbing its tummy to make it pee and poop, cleaning it, and giving it regular baths because fleas. Plus keeping it away from the other cats because diseases.
Thanks a bunch, everyone.
Update: Kitten survived the night and is flourishing. SIGH So I’ll stop by and pick it up later today. WTF karma.