Saturday morning, as I arrived at Garson, to be greeted by George and his co-horts, I did my usual by crossing the lot and pouring food and water, one at the back spot - which has around four shelters inside, and a few steps from there, another elaborate set up which has a much larger wooden shelter built by friend Debbie's husband, who is a master carpenter. Saturday Sheryl usually goes up ahead and gets the bowls and such out for me there and when she did, and when I finished in the back, she told me 'you better come look at this.' I didn't know what it meant, but I took the look, and there was this tiny whitish kitten at the entrance of the wooden shelter. I gulped. Oh no. Kittens. I looked further into the shelter and there were three more at the back huddled together. I could see their eyes were shut, and gooky. I knew what had to be done, I just didn't want to do it. I asked Sheryl to go get the shelter and help me take off the top of the shelter. We peeled back the tarps, took off the rocks holding down the tarps, and removed the lid. Ever so gently we placed the kittens in the carrier. Meanwhile, Momma was watching. My heart sank.
I decided - all the while FLIPPING OUT - that I would try to get Momma so I called Kings and asked him to meet me there with a trap. I did a few more rounds, and met back there to set the trap with the kitten inside. The active, rambunctious one. Mistake. As I walked away, little kitten calmly walked out. This wasn't going to work. Long story short, I left there with the kittens, with Momma watching me, heartbroken for her. I could not have left those kittens - she would have either taken them somewhere else, or the daily visit by The Raccoon family would have proved dangerous.
FAST FORWARD - We bottle fed kittens with droppers, having no baby bottles, and Kristin called after seeing my post and told me she could get them into her vet that morning. Here she comes all the way from Churchville to retrieve the little buggers, all sick with respiratory issues and eye gook.
Kittens treated, bill $144. Not too bad for four kittens all vetted - dewormed, defleaed, eyes cleaned, medicine for eyes, and shot for one of them with antibiotic. Kristin told me her mom could foster them because her nephew was coming to stay with her and he loved cats and would love this experience. I agreed, as I had my hands full getting Carter and Bunny adopted this weekend. Phew. What a lifesaver Kristin's phone call was. I didn't know which way to turn at first.
We've named three of them so far, one left to go. Spice, Sugar, Teddy. The runt will be named by Kristin's nephew Drew! He LOVES LOVES LOVES cats and will be in charge of feeding and socializing the little ones. Drew will be in his glory with these four!
By the way, two boys, two girls. :) - 3-4 weeks old.
Here are pics:
|Sheryl feeding the tiny runt of the litter|
|Spice, Sugar and Teddy|
|Kittens in Shelter on Garson|
|Sugar & Kristin|
And then some of the other big news:
I have to get ready for work. More tomorrow!
Have a great day!
"Some days are better,
Some days are worse.
Look for the blessing instead
Of the curse. Be positive, stay
Strong, and get enough rest.
You can’t do it all,
But you can do your best.”