Kitty

This little cutie was found on my front steps yesterday morning. He ran from my stairs to the street and a local lawn care guy almost ran him over with his truck. He rang my bell (I was still home before work) to see if he belonged to me. We tried looking around for the mom, with no luck. I thought it was only 2-3 weeks old. He has a bit of an eye infection, but hopefully with meds, that could be cleared. I took a diaper box with a towel in it, and I brought him over to the cat vet in my shopping center where my shop is. The vet tech who took the cat in said he is probably around 3-4 weeks old, could probably eat on his own and that he is so cute that she'll probably take him home for her mother. I was so happy that he will get a good home. I can't even imagine what could have happened to him had he been left on the street.
I tried to keep him but Quentin was petrified, and the final answer was no! Maybe in a few years once the kids are older…

ETA: The vet emailed me to tell me that he's doing well, and they named him Grizzly. Grizzly is a local company that does lawn care and they felt that name suited him because of whom found him!