|master Pip - following in the footsteps of his Dickensian namesake|
However, all of that only scratches the surface of eventful encounters this weekend. Whilst relaxing on our porch Friday night, soaking in the mild weather, Laura spotted a white cat cowering under a van in our parking lot. Never one to pass up the chance to befriend a cat, I hurried down to check it out.
Long story short-ish, after practically crawling under the van to retrieve said feline, we found him to be deathly skinny, horribly dirty with a badly injured eye. Several bowls of milk, kitten food, and three flea baths later, he is the fluffiest, cuddliest most grateful kitten I have ever seen.
At a mere 1.1. lbs, he'll have to double in size to meet the humane society's 2 lbs minimum weight for them to take him... if we don't get too attached first.