FuzzBall was one of the fortunate, of the unfortunate ones. I was coming home from swing, Sunday night, September 21st. As I pulled in to town, I saw something in the middle of the road. My first thought was someone had hit a squirrel, but it moved. The first thing that I noticed of the ball of fur, were the pointed ears. I stopped the car, and barely having time to take the key out of the ignition, jumped out to hear pitiful mews of a tiny kitten.
I called for the little fur ball to come to my car, but out of fright the kitten ran to a telephone post, surrounded by tall weeds, as I got closer, the kitten ran farther, to a pop machine. At this point, I considered giving up the chase, thinking to myself this cat is feral, and will never come near me. But with some hope left, I moved my car out of the road and into a near by parking lot, and with my phone in hand, to call my mom and let her know why I was late coming home, I found the kitten against the pop machine, he was scared but still let me pick him up, and settled into my arms.
It was at this point a policeman came around to ask what I was doing out so late. I explained in all honesty that I found this kitten in the middle of the road, and that I was taking him home with me just a few miles from town.
FuzzBall was so little, he was only just weaned, and still has some blue in his eyes, that are turning a beautiful gold.
