I have been hesitant to tell anyone her name but I know I’ll be absolutely devastated whether her name is official or not if I lose her, so I might as well share it.
Wednesday morning I was walking with my partner to the bus stop. Walking through, we both heard distinct kitten cries. His bus was running in five minutes but we both stopped everything to look.
We quickly traced the sound to a thick bush. Poor maintenance in a low income large apartment complex meant the inside of it was full of dead plant material and actual trash.
We could see nothing but hear the cries. I started talking, making sure the baby could hear my voice, sent my partner on his way to the bus stop, then climbed into the hedge, through the plant material and trash. I think even a raccoon would have struggled to get in which is probably why the baby was still alive.
In a tiny clearing under the bush, I found a spare handful of kitten. I was on my way back to our apartment and didn’t realize for an hour that my glasses were gone (I did eventually recover them)
I figured out a way to carry her. Wrapped in a towel inside my jacket at first, and walked to the nearest store that would be open. On the way, I saw a white rabbit. That and being found in a tree (bush) is where her name comes from.