I walked out our back door, and there on the cement pad to the door to the storage room lay a black and white kitten on its side. I thought for sure he was dead. I walked over and he didn't have the strength to lift his head. He did look up at me, though.
I picked him up. He was about 4 - 6 weeks old, and he laid across my hand like a limp noodle. I carried him into the house and told the wife to get me a can of cat food and a teaspoon. I had to force his mouth open the first two times. The third time he opened his mouth like a baby bird, so I laid him upright in the dish of cat food. He ate about 1/4 of the can, which is a lot for a kitten his size. He was only about 6" long at the most.
He is with me almost all the time now when I'm in the house. He is now 5 years old.
SPARTANBURG, SC
