I was at one of my cell sites doing an audit this morning and I got myself adopted by the cutest little cream and white kitten. He's about 12 - 13 weeks old. Poor little thing was getting dive bombed by some birds and ran into a chain link fence running full tilt. After he recovered from the impact, he ran around the back of my parked truck and kind of disappeared.
I thought he had found a hole in the fence some where and left the area. But when I walked around to the back of the truck about 20 minutes later to lock up the rear door, he walked up meowed, buzzed my ankles a time or two then proceeded to sink four paws worth of tiny climbing pitons (aka claws) into my leg as he climbed up to say hello.
At that point I knew I had been selected for adoption.
It looks like he has been on his own for at least a couple of days based on dirt and tar on his feet, tail and tummy. We took him to the vet this evening and other than an ear infection, he got a clean bill of health. We have named him Artemus.
The picture isn't the greatest.
