The shelter is full. Dog and cat rooms, public and private. They will have to start making space tomorrow. Rescues have been given free choice if they can get animals out immediately. It's dire. This is the first time the entire building has been full since I've started working.
So we brought home this little guy:
A space is a space is a space.
We wanted to take a dog, but our apartment is not ready and I doubt I am psychologically ready. Fattening up a kitten is simply an easier job.
I love him already.
He is feeble. I don't really know what he looks like, actually, because he's been laying down and covered the entire time we've had him. He was cold when we got him, so we've been doing our best to keep him warm. He's estimated to be 6 weeks old, but he is stunted. Hopefully he will live. If he makes it 72 hours, I'll change his name to "Sinatra."
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