Nugget was maybe ten days old when we got him. Found in the engine compartment of a car, his mom jumped out and ran off while the car was at a stop light. The folks that brought him to us never found her.
Nugget would not eat. He would not latch. He absolutely loathed bottles. We had to resort to tube feeding.
Tube feeding is awful. It’s even worse when you have to do it seven times a day and it’s 2 in the morning and you can barely see and there’s this palm sized fuzzbutt screaming at you to hurry up and feed him.
I did not enjoy that part, but Nugget himself was awesome. Purred, made air biscuits, gave belly – he’s going to be a super cat.
We had him for five days before his Freedom Ride was arranged, and while I will not miss the tube feeding, I’ll miss his outsized personality!
