Peanut, the Runt of the Litter, The Little Survivor from the Streets

This is a foster kitten my father in law brought some time ago – when the little one was just about one week old, weak, not eating and suffering from hypothermia.
He’d grown into a big, affectionate tomcat.
I’d take less getting up in the night for kitten bottle feeds though – I did think I was over that with the third kid.

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