One of the guys at work found "a half-dead naked thing, might be a puppy" in the parking lot at work. Turns out said thingy is a week old gray "skwerl" baby boy.
So now, on top of 1 horse overcoming a 5 month battle with fistulous withers, and a partly-bald underweight over raced OTTB, I have to wake up every 2 hours to feed this baby.
My husband is clearly horrified. My cats have no clue he's here, as I have gone to great pains to hide him. He is sleeping in my bedroom in a small box, a soda bottle filled with hot water as a heater, wrapped in an old sweat shirt. In my state, unfortunately, having a skwerl is a HUGE no-no.
Its nice to bottle (syringe) feed him, while he holds my finger. Its actually pretty damn cute. But, I know I will have to say good bye very soon...raising him and releasing him PROPERLY will put him RIGHT in danger's way with my 2 75lb dogs, who view skwerls as toys to be mangled...so the little bugger will have to go to the local wildlife rescue.
Anyone ever rescue a little vermin like this? And even more, NOT fall in love???