"Wilson"

I never respond to online classified ads for people giving away cats.  Why would I do that when there are cats dying in the shelter?  But I still surf the ads anyway and came across an ad that made me stop in my tracks:

"Kitten must be gone in 2 hours"

Nice, eh?  You would think at this time of year it wouldn't be too hard to find a home for a kitten.  So I sent an email.  The response was immediate.  "Sure.  Here's my address: XXXX"

No questions.  Nothing about me or if I was going to torture the cat, or give "it" a good home.  Nothing.  The address was in an awful area of the city, so David and I left right away and arrived at what I can only describe as a crack house.

Maybe I've been part of La-La Land for too long, but I know  a shitty area when I see  one.  They had several unfixed Pit Bulls in the house  and 2 unneutered male cats.   They didn't know I was  with a rescue and they didn't ask.

She brought out a frightened little guy that she said was 2 months old.  He is probably closer to 5 months old.  The lady told me that the kids play with him and he's very sweet.

He *IS* sweet and is safe and sound in my "cat room"  spare bedroom in the house.  Poor kid took a while to come  out from his carrier:

He's a Polydactyl and I named him "Wilson".  I was trying to figure out a name that didn't sound good with "Turner", but I may have failed.  LOL

Since I thought he was 2 months old, I had set up the spare room with my "kitten litterbox".  Sherman thought it was WONDERFUL and was happy to wait for the new guy to come out and play:

Sherman looks like a chicken sitting on a nest!
Looks like I'm back to fostering again.  I don't think Wilson will last too long on our website.  He has HUGE HUGE feet - not just from the extra toes and I'm wondering if there's some Maine Coon in those genes. 

Welcome to The Turner's little Wilson.  :)