In nail and in tooth. That little sucker was absolutely gnawing on the gauntlets. Young as he was, he knew he was wild, and did not appreciate being handled for the transfer from bed to feeding carrier.
My friend gently installed him in the feeding carrier and I offered fresh minced raw chicken breast, which I thought would be better for him than cat food. The wildlife rehabilitator I had spoken to had recommended stew beef, but I didn't have any on hand. The chicken had been bought that day, and I rinsed it too, knowing that chicken can carry a good bacterial load.
The bobkitten heartily approved of the diet change. My friends chuckled at his avid acceptance of the birdy offering. "He likes your cooking better!"
The first thing Eric Bear, our Washington County Wildlife Officer, asked when I phoned was, "Are you sure it's a bobcat? Does it have the white spots on back of its ears?" (He don't know me vewwy well, do he?)