Someone found a very fresh kitter and stopped by for advice. Li’l Kit weighed 0.55 ounces.
Update: The people brought her in so they could keep her warm while they were getting her a bottle and formula. She stands a much, much better chance now that someone is caring for her. On her own she would have surely died.
She still had her umbilical cord attached, though it was readying itself to fall off.
I held her for a bit while we were gathering supplies. She was squirming so when I had to shift her in my hand I scruffed her (which is how her momma would’ve carried her). She felt that and started mewing like crazy and trying to suckle my finger.
I’ve named her Chance.