We have no need to find a home for the little guy any longer, he's gone to kitty heaven. After the vet checked him for microchipping (none) we took him home and installed him in the spare bathroom with kitty litter, food, water toys and a place to cudde up.
When we got back from the various school runs, he hadn't budged from where I had put him, so we tried placing him on the litter box (no luck), with the water bowl (no luck) and and food (ditto). Thought maybe he was younger than supposed and was too weak to feed himself, so we made up some substitute milk (condensed milk, water, plain yoghurt and egg yolks for your future reference) and started feeding him.
By this morning, he was in the same state. Had still not been to the toilet, was still not eating or drinking and was still not moving around.
So...after dropping the kids at school (no kittens wandering around the parking lot this time, thank goodness) I managed to get one of the vets - not my normal one - to see us. By the time I got the kitten in, at about 10h30, I was surprised it was still alive, it was looking so awful. The vet took a look and discussed options with me and we decided to put the little thing down. She then asked permission to do an post-mortem, which I gladly gave (just wanted to make sure that it wasn't my care that had killed him!).
The vet called me about an hour after I had left to tell me the the kitten's euretha (spelling?) had been severed, he had severe bleeding under the skin and his lungs were bruised and collapsing. He had clearly been kicked badly, or hit by a bike or some such thing. She told me that we had made the right decision - had we decided to spend a fortune trying to save him, he would probably still have died.
So...R.I.P little kitten.
I didn't want him when we found him, but even more, I didn't want him to suffer and die...
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