Ernie

Meet Microman, Widgit, Sprite, or more formally, Ernie. I won't dwell on the fact that he, along with his litter mates, were discarded by a dumpster. I will instead, focus on the kitten angel who routinely gets calls in cases such as this, and rescues the babies. If they are too tiny for a bottle, she tube feeds them. She recently found a wet nurse mom, rescued herself with her 4 babies from death row at the humane society, to feed a baby who needed a lactating mother.
We had taken Winnie to the vet for some care and there was Ernie, in a cage with his brother. All the litter but Ernie had found their homes with other families. The sign said "Ernie would like to have a family of his own. Can you adopt him?" The question for us was, how could we not?? And so, once again, our bathroom is a nursery and I am buying kitten chow. Ernie is a ball of energy and our toes are his prime targets for chewing. He only has fuzz, not real fur yet, and is still getting his teeth. He and Mistie the dachshund are friends; he bats at her and she licks his face. Happiness is an orange tabby baby who loves to be nuzzled under my chin.