"Stan Marsh"

I went to the shelter today to basically "walk the cages". We have a couple foster spaces to fill that really have very specific needs for their home. It's not always black and white who I can rescue. I need to take the cats out of their cages, hold them and see if they fit the foster family's home.

I didn't really plan on rescuing anybody for myself today, but couldn't resist this guy:

Did you grimace when you saw his picture? Holy crap. I sure did. This poor guy is about 4-5 months old and weighs 2.5 pounds. He came into the shelter starving. I can count the bumps in his spine. When I picked up his little skeletal body, he melted in my arms. His face buried into my neck and he kneaded in the air with his feet. He was so happy to be touched and loved. I don't think anybody has ever loved him. He is the same weight as a 10 week old kitten.

But Lordie...he's so homely that he's cute. :)

Sooooo...I took him home and am feeding him anything he wants. He's in The Land of Dirty Underwear (my son's room) and really must be the sweetest little thing I've rescued in a long time. (Do I always say that?)

I named him "Stan Marsh":

Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't he look cuter already?

Welcome, little Stan Marsh - we're glad you're here. You can have anything you want.