Also, the youngest:
I rescued him yesterday from the parking lot at work. Apparently a few of the engineers here like to walk the circuit of the lot as exercise after eating lunch (it’s a huge lot that’s mostly empty) and they spotted him in the back near the water tower floundering around and looking lost. For some reason they thought to send me an email when they got back in the building letting me know about it and I was surprised that they had just left him out there. It had been raining most of the morning as it was and while the temp outside wasn’t freezing, in combination with the rain it wasn’t exactly balmy.
You’d think being the amoral, heartless, cruel, and miserable atheist I am I would’ve just shrugged and left him out there to fend for himself, but I couldn’t do that. So I trudged out there in the misting rain to see if he was still there. By the time I got to the back of the lot the mist had turned into a moderate shower and I was getting soaked. I didn’t see anything so I turned around and started walking back up the opposite side of the lot along the treeline in hopes that it would cut down on the amount of water I was being hit with. About the time I started thinking of what an idiot I was going to look like walking back into the office soaking wet I heard a plaintive mewing and saw something small and white flop over and start moving in my direction as quickly as it could manage. He was as soaked as I was and it was clear he was looking for help in the way he dragged himself toward me.
So to cut a long story short, I didn’t look quite so much like an idiot once folks in the office saw what it was I got soaked to save. I made an appointment at the vet and left work early. Doc says he was probably out there on his own for a few days and was thinner than he should’ve been as a result and dehydrated. They gave him a little food, some de-wormer medicine just in case, and injected fluid under the skin of his back for re-hydration. He has a wound on the underside of his left hip that has scabbed over that suggests he may have been grabbed by a larger animal and carted off. There’s a known stray calico cat that hangs out near the back of our lot on a regular basis so the popular theory is that he’s one of hers that got separated.
Between the trip to the vet and then to Pet Smart to pick up a couple of supplies to take care of him we’re down to $10 in the checking account until Friday. Sometimes doing the right thing is expensive, but we do it anyway. Melvin was completely uninterested when we brought Jasper home, but Cuddles had a hissing fit. Doc says to keep him separated for at least two weeks to give him time to recover and grow a bit. Due to take him back for a followup visit next Monday. He doesn’t act like a feral cat, but we may have gotten lucky and rescued him before that instinct kicked in. He was curious and playful this morning so that’s a good sign.
Whether he’s a permanent addition remains to be seen in the weeks to come and will largely depend on how well he integrates with the other two cats. I don’t want him to be stuck in a miserable situation if the other cats refuse to get along with him, but for now he’s safe, warm, and dry.