A tiny gray newborn kitten was found crawling hopelessly across the street in a rainstorm. The newborn kitten was wet and cold, and his mother was nowhere in sight.
Two days old.Hi, my name's Bruce. My mum found me on the footpath on the way home from work. No one knew who I belonged…
The kitten was spotted by a woman named Kathryn Van Beek, from Auckland, New Zealand. She quickly picked him up and wrapped him in something warm.
Two days old.My new aunties rallied around to give me blankets and syringes for feeding. Mum took me to work where I was a big hit.
She then checked with residents in the area to see if he belonged to anyone, but no one claimed the little kitten or knew anything about him.
Two days old.On the way into work mum took my shoebox into her local cafe. The guys in the cafe think I am adorable.
Kathryn knew this kitten needed a family and owners to care for him, so she and her husband decided to take him home and named him Bruce.
Five days old.I need around the clock care so mum and dad take turns waking up to feed me at night. On the first night…
This is when Bruce’s slow recovery began. The family slowly nursed him back to health and breathed strength into his tiny body.
Five days old.I sleep in a little nest with lots of fake fur and a safely insultated hot water bottle. It's a pretty sweet setup. I know I look a bit like a rat in this photo but I am definitely a cat.
Bruce was a day old and still had his umbilical cord attached. Despite his tough start in life, he refused to give up and fought hard to survive.
Six days oldSlowly but surely I am taking over the spare room and making it my own.
“My mom and dad think that getting up every two hours, smelling like milk all the time and arguing about who is better at getting me to sleep is probably not too dissimilar from being the parent of a human,” Bruce “wrote” on a Facebook page dedicated to his progress.
Six days oldI decided to mix things up and have my dinner on mum's shoulder. I did my first purr! Dad heard it too.
Due to being small and weak, Kathryn took little Bruce to work with her in a shoebox so she could feed him milk all day.
After two weeks, Bruce began that he opened his eyes.
By week three he had started to explore his surroundings and was no longer reliant on his parents to get around.
Nine days oldToday I spent the day with Auntie Carol, a local vet nurse who's looking after me on Thursdays and Fridays…
Bruce is thriving and loving life with his forever family and his big sister Jager the cat. It’s good to feel loved and have somewhere to belong. We’re so glad he’s in good hands and is full of strength and mischief.
Ten days oldThanks for looking after me again today Auntie Carol!
Watch what he’s probably doing right now below:
I've been signing autographs all afternoon and I'm So Hungry!
Posted by Bruce the cat on Tuesday, November 10, 2015
It’s a miracle this little creature survived. Thanks to the great human who saved and cared for him.
If you love Bruce, you can follow his recovery on Facebook page.
Modelling this season's shiny one-piece jumpsuit <3
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