Yoda and the remaining sibling were rescued by a young local girl. Her boyfriend didn’t like cats so they were relegated to the bathroom (not the best environment for cats with flu). Within a couple of days her landlord said the kittens had to go or she had to move out. He gave her about two days notice.
She found a home for Yoda’s brother, who was in much better condition, and Yoda himself ended up with me towards the end of November. His eyes were so badly infected he couldn’t open them, his right eye was swollen to the size of a large marble, his breathing was uncomfortable and he sneezed constantly. He was around 6 or 7 weeks old.
On antibiotics and eye treatment he showed steady improvement. He must have had a strong consitution to have overcome the state he was in – I was extremely worried about his chances of survival a couple of times. I was also worried about his sight. Although he seemed to see just fine he couldn’t possibly have full vision because his eyes were closed with infection when his brain would normally be developing for sight.
Yoda was named for the Star Wars character – inspired when he first arrived by the appearance of his eyes and his gentle manner. A very easy animal to love.