And he's sooooo sick. He's about 4-5 months old, feral born, with a major URI going on. He is one (of many) that an older couple have been feeding, and sheltering for some time now. I've been trying to help them out when time allows, and my motive for going there today, was to try to find a pregnant cat Leslie and I were stalking on Sat. (and gave up trying to catch as it was getting late). Long story shorter, cat birthed overnight. I've been trying to track down where she has her litter hidden before brats get ahold of them and kill them. This waif from today was sitting on the back porch, unable to smell food, and tottering around from weakness. Needless to say, I couldn't drive off and leave the baby there to die, so I managed to dislodge him from the shelter, and into a trap. He's here, and got some antibiotics, cyproheptadine, and much needed sub-q fluids. He's already on the verge of purring his thanks, though he's still scared. Now if only he'll eat.