"No. . . . why?"
"A little orange kitten ran under your car and into your wheel well."
I dropped what I was doing (which was making a sign board) and ran outside. I searched under my car for probably 10 minutes. Nothing. So I just assumed it ran off when we weren't looking. My boss suggested I open my hood. Well, ok. . . . there under my hood was this little orange head. After trying to grab the poor thing, it jumped out and ran off. I took off after it and caught up with it as it was trying to scale stairs far too big for it. I grabbed it, picked it up, had it claw me and take a nice bite out of my finger and took it back to the DC. After holding the poor shaking kitten for about twenty minutes it began to purr.
Our fears of the kitten being feral were gone. Now. . . . what do I do with it? Let it go? Roam back in downtown again to possible run under someone else's car or get hit? I couldn't. I started sobbing at the very thought of it. I put it in my car and drove home. I woke my girlfriend up and asked her what to do. We figured, if nothing else, bring it in a feed it.
So out to the car we go. . . where is the kitten? Somewhere in my car for sure, but where? We found it hiding in my middle console behind my CD player. That took us about an hour to get it out of there. Afterward we put it in a cat carrier, gave it some food and it was happy. No more hissing, clawing, or biting. Only purring.
Here's a picture of the poor little kitten. We can feel every bone in it's body due to lack of food. It's obviously been outside for a while and is just happy to be warm and safe. (The two dishes in there are sauce dishes BTW)
After coming from the vet, we found he is underfed, a little dirty, has a broken canine, and had his eye punctured at one point when he was much younger, but just fine. Given his background I want to come up with a good name for him. Any ideas?
