Story goes…I jumped in a loader at work a month ago and started moving. Out from a tire runs this guy all mangie looking. So I jumped out to get him as he ran away. He saw me and instantly stopped.
I knew he was wild but being half dead, starving and cold he didn’t struggle. Took him in a warm building, food and water thinking he’ll die. Two days later still alive but being Friday had to make a choice. Home or not. I didn’t think keeping since I already had a cat who for 8 years been the lone animal for me and my wife and she was against another cat.
Well, to the basement I went with new cat and then telling my wife I would find it a home asap. A few days go by and I got sick. Stomach kind. My wife asks about if I’d checked on kitten which I hadn’t for two days being sick. She volunteers to go help check on kitten and next thing I know kitten is all over her in the basement while I am tending litter box n food. Next day, this is her new kitten upstairs lol.
