What I thought was a rag in the middle turning lane turned out to be a 5 week old kitten scared out of her mind while cars whipped by. Fastest 50 yard sprint on a bike I’ve done in awhile!
bonded while I looked for her litter mates or mother. vetted through the cat rescue group local and new home with me.
Rough look to go with the lousy day
Constant claw and teeth attacks, oh well! Polly be her name.