This Saturday I was sitting outside and saw a big possum creeping by me trying to get her baby to stay on her back. It kept falling off and last time it did she ran off and left it wailing in the parking lot. There are so many cats around here we decided to put the baby under the house where I thought the mother lived.

This morning I found it back in the middle of the lot wet and crying. This time I put it in a shoe box with a heated pack and tried to give it a little water and applesauce. We took it to the Texas Wildlife Rehabilitation Coalition a few hours later. They said he looked anemic and like he wasn't doing so hot...

This may sound dorky but I'd really appreciate it if you all would aim some get well thoughts at this little thing:

boohoo.