We have a "new baby". A little kitten that we rescued from the road. He is teeny tiny and the poor thing was all wounded,starved and almost dead. We gave him a bath,medicated his wounds,unhooked his stuck lip from his tooth,fed him,put him on a heating pad,taught him how to use the litter box, and now he's almost as good as new. And one of the family. We haven't named him yet.
We are known around the community as the cat family. We have a bunch of cats. they are outside cats,except for 2,for the record. And of course the new rescue until he is completely healed. The babies that were born about a week ago will be outsiders too as soon as they can walk and open their eyes,and eat from a bowl instead of from a nipple. Of course,they all like to come inside once in awhile because they all love to cuddle. They love the company,and their fuzzy blankets,and their teddy bears.
Neighborhood animals and strays gravitate towards our house. I guess the word on the street is "go to that house,they have food,they will save you" or something. It never fails.Lost animals,wounded little friends,they all show up. Dogs,cats....raccoons even spy on us.We don't mind. We love animals. My husband should have been a veterinarian. He will pull over on the road to rescue turtles. We have been a temporary stop to many a turtle. We are the unofficial animal sanctuary/rescue people of the neighborhood.