I called work and told them I would be late, and why. I called the SPCA supervisor, and brought the kitten over to her, then she called a vet and we went over to his office. Little Wallee seemed to be improving, though his breathing was crackly and fast he tried to crawl out of his blanket. Got to the vet and by that time you wouldn't really know he had been hurt, except he was breathing fast still. The vet noted his pink nose and pads, and he was trying to walk away from the thermometer, and the belly exam. Vet also dressed me down a bit for feeding him KMR still, he was "plenty old enough" to be on real food.
So I'm at work now and Wallee is in the staff lounge, in a bucket, nuzzled into my sweater, sleeping. Later I'll see if he's interested in a little something to eat, or if he gets sick he'll go to the trauma room and get oxygen. He has used up at least 3 of his 9 lives. I love him, but he has had such bad luck, I think he needs a fresh start.
Hello- thought I'd write to give you an update on the little kitten that you assisted with. He was surrogated with no problems except his big sister was always a step ahead developmentally, and he was lagging behind, but trying to run and play with little wobbly legs, even when he was 3 weeks old. At 3 weeks the other kitten was 5 weeks and mum weaned them both totally in one day, so I syringe fed him, and then at 4 weeks he could drink with a little encouragement, from a dish. He's a tough little booger.
Tonight as I was getting ready for work I stepped on him by mistake. He cried and gagged, and his breathing went up to 100/minute. I was certain he would die within the hour, and after all he'd been through. He deserved the best, and I had messed it up for him. He actually has someone waiting to adopt him already. She held him and fell in love.