You see, there we were, sitting on the couch in the living room, ready for a little after dinner snoozy time when, from outside, below the picture window, the Dad heard what he thought was a mew of distress. Dad quickly moved closer to the window, but heard nothing. A little while went by and Dad heard it again.
I sent the Dad outside to look in the bushes but as soon as he got outside it got really, really quiet. Dad looked as best he could, but he didn’t see a thing. Part of the problem is that the area where our front bushes are is filled with very thick ground ivy, so actually seeing something is next to impossible. Complicating matters further was the rain, and it was raining pretty hard. So, Dad headed back inside.
Later on, and it was almost dark, the Mom came to the living room and she had heard it too. Up until now the only ones who heard it was me and the Dad. Dad went looking for a flashlight, put on a jacket and a hat, and heading out in the dark to explore the ivy and the bushes. It was getting louder and was definitely a wee mew of distress.
One thing that worried Dad is how would he get back in the bushes, through the ivy, without stepping on a little one. From the sounds of the mew, we all knew it was an itty bitty. Once again, as soon as Dad went outside, the mew stopped. But Dad told the little one that he was here to help and if it would just keep talking Dad could find it. Dad did, Dad kept talking and it did, it kept mewing. Finally, after what seemed like forever, Dad saw a bit of white fur moving under the ivy. Indeed, it was an itty bitty, and a frightened one at that.
Dad reached in, picked the little guy up, and brought him inside to get warm and dry. We have no idea what happened to his Mom but there was no sign of her or any other siblings. The little guy was about 2 weeks old and wasn’t too good at walking yet. Dad and Mom made a nice warm and soft place in one of our soft carriers and put the little one in there to rest and put him in our spare bathroom. Oh, he was likely hungry, who knows when he ate last. Fortunately the Mom keeps kitten milk and a bottle on hand in case of emergencies, so the Mom fixed up a bit of kitten milk for the wee boy. Dad gave him his bottle, which he gladly took without and problems, and the Dad made sure he got fed every 3 hours all through the night.
The wee boy had his bottle each time like a champ and he loved to be held and snuggled. But now what? The peeps aren’t really equipped to bottle feed every 3 hours for many days, or weeks. It really wasn’t our intent to keep the little guy, just to rescue him and give him the help he was asking for, loudly for such a little guy. Who we gonna call?
Saturday morning Dad reached for the Emergency KAT Phone and placed a call to our friend Sandy with Kitten Action Team. The Kitten Action Team went into action and within the hour the little guy was safely in the hands of his fabulous foster Laura, who helps care for abandoned kittens for Kitten Action Team. After a scary start, hopefully he’s on his way to a better life. He is one of the lucky ones. Thanks Kitten Action Team and Sandy for doing what you do best, going into action for the kittens!
The moral of this story is: If you hear something, or see something, do something. You might just safe a life and make the world a better place. Remember, adopt cats, we deserve it!!!!! More Forever Homes More Often! Purrrrr! Zip! Later!