Monday, July 6, 2009
In the dark hours of early morning July 4th, Evan came back into the house with a newspaper and this little guy... emaciated, long finger-nailed and reeking (I believe he had rolled in and consumed some dead animal). No collar.
After three days of food, his little body is already looking better. He's been bathed, held, played with and loved. He's playing with a little turkey here.
We have asked around. Watched for fliers and ads in the paper.
He has an appointment with the vet tomorrow to see if he has been chipped.
I have to admit that I have mixed feelings about finding his owners... he seems to have been having a tough time. He has the kindest and most appreciative attitude. He's quiet and house-broken. He LOVES to snuggle. He is as quick and as playful as can be. We call him Herman, a.k.a. Rocket Man. Did I mention he leaps through the air to get into your lap?
He is asleep in my lap even now. =)