Right before going to bed last night, the phone rang. It was someone who has adopted from us in the past. She now cleans the offices in town and she was at the Sanitation Department.  Seems there was a cat hanging around there for the last few days. Coco said that this cat was all over her and starving. She was afraid to leave it at the dump because of all the dangers and toxic food there. I got dressed and drove to town bringing back with me a very young, matted long-haired gray tomcat. For the next few hours, I spent chasing the matts out his hair. I couldn’t find my seam ripper, so I used a roofing nail instead. My motto is whatever works, and this worked. He only got growly with me once when I was working at a mat under his tail. When I finally freed the mat- he ran over to the litterpan and let it all loose.

Poor boy is of course so skinny- no muscle, no fat not even an ounce. He has inhaled several cans of cat food over the night as well as dry food. He was dehydrated so we gave him fluids. Like Franklin, he too was covered with fleas. I gave him capstar and will go and get him flea meds this morning.

He is out in the deck enclosure right now. It is only supposed to get up to 80 today, but I turned the fan on anyway this morning. He has several hidey holes in there if it gets too breezy for him.

Here he is: We have not named him yet-