The Little Scrap of fur at the top was rescued by me and my neighbor from under her deck. We couldn't get to it, so we called my brother-in-law to bring a crowbar and rip up a board in her deck so we could get it out. She is a dog person, knows nothing about caring for kittens, so of course, it came home for ME to figure out how to bottle feed the little scrap. This took place Wednesday evening. My days right now are filled with trying to figure out how to take care of it (maybe 4 weeks old?), and these growing kittens, and Marlee. Marlee is seriously wondering what has happened to her calm and peaceful world. I'm praying someone will want to adopt the little bit.
