He looked lonely and was barely clinging on for his life. We looked around the backyard and noticed an empty shoe box. Perfect! The cat was not even 3 pounds and must've been no older than a month. Coming from a family that has always rescued cats and adopted from kernals, we decided there was no option but to try to save the poor kitty's life. He was very inviting and curious as we approached him. Once we picked the cat up we noticed he was almost frozen solid, there was no choice for the cat to live unless we rushed him to the vet.
For 8 PM on a Wednesday night, the road was clear; the path quick and direct right to the animal hospital. After waiting our turn the vet, who emerged from his office with a kringle-esque white beard, called us in. Dook Larue as we call him had a dangerously low body temperature, dipping into the mid 60s. Obviously no mammal is able to survive with a body temperature any where near that. He informed us that his chance of Dook surviving was only about 30% and stated "do not get too attached". We were told to try and keep him as warm as possible, making sure he was fed medication every 12