...and then there was lucky.

(he tries to drag all 12 feet of this ribbon around the house. adorable.)

Don't worry...I didn't defect from my Kuwaiti life in order to live out my days in the Roman sun. No, no. The internet dropped out for a few days in my hotel in Italy and I took it as a sign that I should just enjoy the rest of my time there :)

On Wednesday, I came home. And before my bags were even unpacked, life dropped this little cutie in our laps. His name is Lucky, and we are so, so in love with this half-pound, 4 week old piece of sunshine!

The fact that he's alive is honestly a bit of a miracle, because Lucky has a pretty sad beginning.

A kind-hearted 16-year-old boy found Lucky at two weeks old, near death under a pile of garbage and cement blocks. The boy's family couldn't keep Lucky, but nursed him back to health, named him and found him a new home. Sadly, a few days later, the boy found Lucky...again...out on the streets. It seems the adoptive family decided they didn't want Lucky and just threw him back out on the street. The boy's family took in Lucky again...and found another adoptive parent. After a few days, this new family, too, threatened to throw Lucky back out on the street. Lucky was returned to the original family...in a plastic bag. (The original family was so outraged by this. We were too.)

Thankfully, the ever-compassionate boy and his family kept searching for a forever home for Lucky. It was totally love the second Gabe + I saw his photo on PAWS Kuwait.  When we met, Lucky rubbed against our fingers, meowed on the way home and cuddled into our laps right from the start.

(held by gabe for perspective...he's only three fingers wide!)

After just two days with us, Lucky got incredibly sick...shivering, unable to keep food down, and so lethargic he couldn't keep his eyes open for more than a few seconds. We rushed him to the vet, where he was diagnosed with an intestinal infection. We learned how to give him saline injections (even the vet's smallest needle was too big...saddest thing ever!), how to get .2 ml of lemon-flavored medicine down his tiny hatch and how to best feed him...six times daily, a blended mush through a bitty syringe.

We teasingly tell Lucky that he's preeetty high-maintenance. (He seriously is. But it's worth it.)

Long-story-longer...Lucky is better. He spends a lot of time sleeping in my arms since his meds make him pretty sleepy. And well, he's a half-pound, 4-week old kitten so naturally cat naps are a past time! In his awake time, he does all the adorable, normal kitten things: chasing ribbon, begging for more food and belly rubs. ;)

We are so, so grateful to the kind, compassionate family that found Lucky, and saved him three times. And, we'll never have enough thanks for the International Vet Hospital and Dr. Angelo Leone who intervened when Lucky was slipping away from us...if you're in Kuwait and in need of a vet, please do consider IVH!

Anyway, someone needs a feeding. But, that's what's up. And I'm pretty excited about it. :)