First of all, this is not my first kitten. But it's the first time I rescue a kitty all by myself, in a whole new city. And it's the first time the kitty has obvious special needs.
This is KP3. I named him after old soviet trucks. There used to be a lot of those here in Cuba. They were big, difficult and loudy. This kitty is tough and purrs like a KP3 truck, so...
He's a boy. He's strong, he plays, walks and mews normally (and a lot). He became instantly attached to me. He's the most loving furry little thing I've ever seen 🥹
But you see... Do I believe I have the strongest economy to deal with this? Do I believe I have time, energy, money and everything needed to help this little guy? I have not! I'm poor as a rat, I live in a rental in a totally new city... I work all day long so the kitty will be lonely... Gosh. Am I crazy?
But... Look at him ðŸ˜
How could I let this little guy alone in the streets, in a neighborhood full of dogs?
Can you give me some advice? I'm kinda lost (and histerical) here.