Once again, our hearts have softened and we have committed rescue.
She must be 4-6 weeks old, a Persian* or Persian mix. She was on the road outside our home, covered, literally, in fleas.** In fact, we thought she was scabby, but no, it was just the mass of fleas around her eyes, in the crevices around her nose and mouth. All these photos are post-bath, tedious tweezing, and brushing because she is too young and weak to use any flea products on. She was missing all the fur before, not because of our clean-up, rest assured.
Sprout loves her, scruffiness and all, and she is the one who named Luna--on the spot--because, "I just like the name." J is already calling her Luna Lunatic, through no fault or antics of the kitten's, but it seems like a foretelling. :P
Be at peace, wee one. You are safe here.
She's confined to the back balcony for now, awaiting a vet visit tomorrow. We'll let her meet N'djema after getting a clean bill of health. That promises to be exciting. :-/
* No offense intended to any lovers of this breed, but I'm not really a fan. Just to make clear that we didn't relent and save her because she looks like something other than a street cat. I can't stand suffering, though, not when I can do something about it, no matter who or what it is happening to.
**Actually, she was under a car and came waddling out to us when she heard us talking, as if sensing soft-hearted
marks saviors nearby.