I work in an aviation museum with one enclosed hangar and one open, unrestored hangar. One day while working back in restoration, a coworker heard scuffling and a small meow from inside a World War II-era B-17E bomber nicknamed 'Swamp Ghost.' The airplane had crashed in a swamp in New Guinea during the war and was left there for decades before being removed. Today the plane is still unrestored, so there are holes from bullets and rust all throughout. My coworker had found a small kitten. She was all alone. No sign of a mother or other members of her litter anywhere. Unfortunately our hangar is also home to owls, which may have played a part in the disappearance of the rest of her litter.
After repeatedly texting my landlord, I found out that I could take this sweet girl home with me. All day she had quietly sat in a box in our offices without a peep. She came with me to the vet where he estimated her age at 6 weeks. Only weighed 1.3 pounds. Since she came home, all her shyness has melted away. Every minute is spent playing or napping away in the big blankets on the bed. Her fiesty energy is no doubt how she was able to survive without her mother.
I present my newly adopted kitten, Swampy.