The kitten was gone again last night. I was worried that he had taken off for good. This morning when Hubby went out to feed the goats, he checked the trash shed, looked into the kitty hut [a bin with a hole cut in it and some straw for warmth]. There was our new little kitty. Hubby pulled it out. The kitten allowed itself to be petted but was not a happy camper. He really is a bit feral.
Hubby called for cat food and I ran out into the 10 degree morning in my bare feet and with only a robe on to make sure we fed the little guy. I picked the kitten up and held it close trying to warm it up a bit. Its little ears seem cold to me. He was shaking a bit. He is probably very scared and yet has found a place with a few comforts so he is sticking around. Let's hope he does stay here as the desert is a hard place to stay alive when you are a cat. Owls, coyotes and cars make for some deadly adversaries.
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