The story of a cat named Duck

This story is a few weeks old, but i feel needs to be told.

It all started one morning when i was working in the therapy dept and Megan walked in and said "Look what i found". In her hand was a tiny ball of black fur which turned out to be an aprox 3 week old kitten. Apparently Megan and Jess were walking towards general ward and heard a noise. It was coming from a drain. Somehow they managed to rescue the tiny thing from the drain. It looked incedibly pathetic with its eyes all mucused closed. I went to the pharmacy to ask for a box to put it in and some gauze to wipe its eyes. The gauze request was turned down as there is not really enough, so his eyes got wiped with a scrap of fabric from our cupboard. by this time, almost the entire therapy team were gathered in the dept attending to our newest "patient" and trying not to get attached to it.

After the eyes were sorted, we managed to steal a syringe and find some milk. Soon, baby kitten was drinking and exploring the dept now that he could see. Next task was to find him a home. We set to work asking everyone we could find if they wanted a cat - focussing on his usefulness for keeping down rats and other pests. Several people came to look at him and decided they couldn't take him for whatever reason. Then a new home was found - and a new problem. The nurse who agreed to take him could only take him in a week's time, so he needed fostering until then. Best option seemed like Sam and Kayleigh. So we told Sam to come and see him, and fortunately she offered to look after him before we could even ask.

Unfortunately things did not go smoothly, as the little bundle of fluff did not eat at his foster home. After much coaxing and trying different foods, some sort of solution was found. Little furball enjoyed following Sam and Kayleigh around during the day, but at night they did not love him so much. Because, you see, little furball did not make normal kitten sounds, but rather something that could be best decribed as a quack. And, he quacked continously day and night, and poor Sam and Kayleigh didn't get much sleep.

They were very relieved to hand little Duck over to his new home. And that is the last we have heard about him. Kayleigh and Sam reckon his irritating noises might have brought an untimely end to his little life, but i prefer to think of him as alive and healthy :)