Not very good news, I'm afraid. Little Potiron was found dehydrated in the garden having been rejected by his mum. After a trip to the vet for resuscitation he's being kept indoors and fed via a syringe by Bernadette (solids being too much for the moment).
Assuming he gets through the next 24 hours, Saturday morning looks likely as the time to go and collect him. Not exactly what we'd planned. And it's going to be a steep learning curve - feeds every 3 hours until he's able to eat for himself.
So tomorrow I'm off to buy a litter tray and other cat paraphernalia.
Belgianwaffle meets Rolf Harris? What's going on?
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