Spud because he is a small fry. It is kind of a placeholder name until we figure out what to call him. Originally we named him Leila, but then he plumped up and it became apparent he needed a new name. Spud is going to stick pretty soon, though, if we can’t decide on a new name.
Spud’s mama wasn’t able to take care of him, and we’ve been hand raising him since the day he was born. We didn’t know his mama was pregnant. She was a feral that we caught, and we knew she’d had a miscarriage, but didn’t know it was only a partial one. Spud was born the day before her appointment to be spayed, much to our surprise, however his mama had a bad hormonal imbalance from the miscarriage and she never produced milk. On the vet’s recommendation, we went on and spayed her at her planned appointment.
I love how proud Elvis looks!!