He’s been with me for about two weeks now.

On Memorial Day I was heading to work, driving about five (probably ten) miles over the limit, when I saw this thing move along the side of the causeway. I slowed down and pulled over. I had to walk back to this little thing who was walking toward me. As I got closer, it went into an alcove on the highway where the water drains into the bay. I got down on the road and saw this little gray kitten.

He was quite scared of me and kept going deeper into the crevice, at one point he almost fell into the bay, but he pulled himself up. My arms would only reach about half way to him and my short legs and arms couldn’t pull him out over the top of the cement rail. I hate to say this but I scared him away from the edge and closer to me so I could get a good grip on his little hind end and pull him out. We walked back to my car and went home. Needless to say I was late for work, but how can you compare being about half an hour late to a little life.

The little one, I decided to call Mo, got to stay in the bathroom with a bowl of adult cat food, water, a little milk (he was small, I guessed about 8 weeks) and of course a litter box. I have two litter boxes because my adult cats are weird and they think they need two, well they had to deal for a day. When I got home from work after picking up some kitten food, I found him huddled behind the bathroom trash can. That evening was spent with Mo napping behind the entertainment center watching me, as long as he could see me he was fine, and then under the bed, sleeping near Salem, who hadn’t growled at her yet. Creepers had already let her feelings be known.

Over the next several days Mo got friendlier and even curled up under my chin to sleep. But it is mainly because he followed and still does follow Salem around. Over the past two weeks, Mo is still skittish. He doesn’t like to be approached, but will approach me when he’s interested. During this whole time I tried to find Mo a permanent home, which is harder than I thought. Granted I’ve never had a male cat before, that seemed to be a deal breaker for everyone who said let me ask my wife/boyfriend. Maybe I don’t know what I’m getting myself into with a male cat.

Mo still lives with me. I took him to the vet last week. They confirmed that he was about 8 weeks old and they sent him home with a little bit of medicine which he has already finished. He still follows Salem around and sits on her. I can’t imagine what type of people put a kitten or animal that young out on the highway. He could have gotten run over, dehydrated or fallen into the bay and drowned, I try not to think what may have happened to the rest of the litter. Mo will stay with me until I find him a home I’m satisfied will care for him. I’ve learned a lot of people don’t want to take on an extra responsibility of a kitten of course I’m relearning how much work they are.