Meet Kettle. He was living in the crawlspace at a friend's house, and I just could not let him continue living out his life that way. I instantly connected with him (he kept staring intensely into my eyes and wouldn't shy away from me until I just just too close), and I knew I had to bring him home. It took hours but we finally caught him using some tuna fish and a kitty crate (I felt awful trapping him that way but I knew it was for the best). I had discussed it with Hans and we both agreed that we could either keep him or take him to a shelter to be adopted and either way he would stand a much better chance in the world than if he kept on living in that crawl space.
He seems to have had very little contact with humans so he's extremely skittish, but he is warming up really well to Hans and me. He was making this extended, high pitched little meows that sounded just like a teakettle going off, so Hans dubbed him accordingly. We like the alliteration of "Kettle & Kenya" and we're hoping they'll be pals (which is doubtful: Kenya is a demon).
He has a vet appointment tomorrow and I'm crossing my fingers he's a healthy little boy. Kenya and Phoenix have all their vaccines but we're still keeping him quarantined in the bathroom until we've had him checked out. I'm trying not to get too attached to him because even if he is perfectly healthy, there is the chance that Phoenix and Kenya just won't accept him and we'll have to find him a new home. But who am I kidding, I am totally in love. I'm just happy knowing I'll be changing his life for the better no matter where his final home is.
As far as we know, he has a good many brothers and sisters who are still living in the crawl space, so if anyone in the Atlanta/Woodstock area would like to adopt a precious little kitten, let me know!
