(Updates posted below)

Hi! My names Leodin! Please help my new mommy and daddy care for me. My mommy is a really nice lady who didn’t get a very fair shot recently and had to take the first job she could find, but making a lot less money.

As it turns out, the very first day of that new job, I materialized onto this plane of existence in an industrial grade commercial freezer appliance at my daddy’s job.

The people he works with are half his age, so they dumped the delivery into the huge outdoor walkin freezer much earlier that morning, and rather carelessly at that, because hey buds! My loud ass was still in there! Anyway, thankfully my Big, Strong, Handsome Daddy [tm] who will always be sleeping with a better looking woman than they are, eventfully visited inside the freezer to put the heavy stuff away on shelves and because I’m hella smart (omg just ask my mom!) I kept ascending shelves to stay alive! Daddy found me just like a dashing young mountaineer, fresh for adventure. Only I wasn’t. I did what I could to keep my tiny, probably 7 week old body alive, I climbed and roared. Like the goddamned little King I am, Mommy says. At first dad didn’t know exactly WHAT that tiny little darting shadow was but thankfully my roar [‘rent note; it was a roar because we told him it was] assured Pops I am indeed kitkitmewmew. Dad knows Mom Hates Cats [tm] but he also knows things about her that she doesn’t know about herself, apparently.

He crated me [!!!] and fed me soft nice stuff and left me for Mom to find at home!

She was excited but quickly worried because guess what?

A fucking French bulldog (the ‘rents find out later) snapped me by the head just because I ran to her for some WARMS! I likely escaped to the freezer for safety after her idiot father caught us just in time. But only just in time, Mom is still calling ICE on them. Dad says she doesn’t mean it but she just replies, “oh no way, Jose!” [look, I’m just the reporter here, I’ll talk to her about these sudden irrational views about French bull dogs. She’s in therapy, I swear! And she’s a very funny lady, I mean it!]

I won’t bore you w more details but my mom is wildly underrated as a Seriously Smart Person and though she’d only vetted fish and dogs, she used what’s left of her admittedly overburdened facilities and pulled an evening and almost all-nighter learning about me and my injuries. Her emergency medical background comforted her that I was stable, but not for long. I had some serous snots that was gonna rattle on down my little cage til it tucked in as the pneumonia, she said. I needed special things. Mom cried. Her cards were maxed from a bad car wreck her attorney skipped out on. Pops the same. Even my new siblings are behind on their annual checkups, though thankfully quite healthy. Mom has to afford their preventatives as topicals and uses her ag background to keep them up to date. She’s a really good mom, guys. She really is.

She wants me fixed, whatever that means. She tried ARF and Catman2 and everyone is booked out for help through November and that’s a big IF for then. And besides, I need to see an actual vet. Mommy saved my life because she doesn’t like to lose things but also because her culture and her instinct commands her to care for anything that comes to her for help.

But now she wants to keep me because she loves me.

A lot has happened in a few short hours. Almost magical things. Mom and Dad are reeling over their little black moon kitten, I’m very unique in personality. Very. And vocal.

I already call her

“Mam” .

She’s recorded it, that lovely silly lady. It made her tear up a bit, and it’s crazy how my sister got grounded for eating mom’s new bedroom rug but now it’s my scratching post.

Thing is, little infinity symbols get you far in life w middle aged ladies.

Mom just didn’t know that yet.

Anyway, please help. This will truly be an endeavor mom can’t afford and dad is working 50 hours a week but that’s to cover for mom right? We have to have a house and right now, only one car.

It’s been hard for them. I make mom smile while tearing the house down and help her relax w my purrs and gratitude. She thinks cats are good for anxiety, even. Well, me, anyway.

Help them help me, mom doesn’t need this extra worry. And after the hurricane, there’s no where or rescue for me to go to that isn’t already severely strained.

Thank you,

Leodin

(Named after the Black Moon Leo that beamed me down to this planet and Odin, whom also fucked around and found out. And kept on keepin’ on. Plus I look like a miniature Norwegian Forest Kitty, which mum has always openly admired as the one exception to the cat rule)

UPDATE 1

*Update Tuesday Afternoon, August 26; I met some really “nice” people today (nice is in quotes because I’m a kitten and mom called them nice and maybe I agree, probably I don’t) at Balsam Animal Hospital. Dr. Kern, Heather, and the rest of the staff admired my Very Big Voice immediately, and had several chances to marvel over my determination and cleverness. I’m a good boy that weighs 2.6 lbs now, have a normal temp of 101, I’m probably about 9 weeks old (I’ve grown so much in 3 days!) and if we can control this inflammation, I won’t lose my eye!

Apparently my white spot is a scar that was likely an ulcer that has since healed. But the inflammation hasn’t went down :(

The good news is that since I e no active ulcer, I can safely try steroids now to calm that inflammation in both my eyes. Antibiotics from the vet are liquid, so I’ll happily take those to help w my URI and the wounds around my eyes. I go back next week for tests and vaccines!

Mom is only off work one day this week and she has me scheduled for supervised socialization w my new siblings, we do this for an hour or so daily and will keep doing it for a while.

Mom doesnt know a lot about cats but she knows dogs very well and though my siblings are very kind and well socialized., it’s always best to err on the side of caution.

But me being me, you know I hold no grudges.

All I want to do all day long is play w my siblings. They aren’t used to my smols but thanks to Lisa @ Fur, now I’ll have a chance to grow big!

Im getting sleepy from all this adventure but before I sign off-

Mom is giving this gofundme to FUR of Waynesville, so please donate here or go directly to their website https://furofwnc.org/donate-to-save-lives/