In March this year there was a huge storm and torrential rain fall.
We were out saving our horses at our paddock. After saving them we took the float back to a friend's and found the kitten. He was soaking wet, shivering, crying and smelt terrible.
He was all of about 2 weeks old.
I took him home and warmed him up and began bottle feeding him every two hours.
He is now a healthy kitten and well adjusted into my fur family with my other cat, three dogs and three horses.
He is my little shadow and loves to follow me everywhere. He's helped me through a struggling time as I was first diagnosed with ptsd in January and he has given me a reason to get up everyday.

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