Friday night I heard the pitiful crying of a kitten in the brambles and bushes across the street from my house (I live in a rural area). Saturday, I sat in the rain armed with cheese, dog food and a bowl of milk until the kitten came out far enough for me to snatch it up. I don't even know yet if it's male or female. I have it settled in a pen, safe from my 15 year old deaf Jack Russell Terrier. It's pretty much just skin and bones but it's fur looks healthy and it's appetite is good. I hope my JRT will remember back to when I used to have 3 cats and she was great pals with one of them. Unfortunately, all my cats met their fate on our road, so I vowed any future cats would be indoors. We haven't had a cat around since 1998.
Here's a picture...we named the cat Philly after the Philadelphia Phillies baseball team.