I remarked that I would never
let my house be taken over by pets, but that has happened: first by the dogs
Sheba and Courtney and now by all the kittens and adult cats that I have saved
from people who see our farm sign and drop off their cats. Some people are
downright cruel! We have gotten approximately 60 cats neutered. Some females
are so young when they are dropped off that they abandon their little kittens.
If we find them in time, I take care of them with formula and lots of time and
effort and love. You cannot nurse a baby kitten to save it without loving it.
So now my house is a cathouse!
An unusual problem that has
never happened before has developed with the kittens that I saved from the farm
building. A few of the kittens had a virus, so they were taken to my vet and
received medications, which I gave each one. They recovered. Shortly after
bringing the sick kittens to the house, the older cats started getting sick as
well. The nightmare began and now continues. Yesterday, $268 in vet’s bills
later, another cat is on medications and needing vet appointments. I have to bring
the cat back to the vet tomorrow. I hope that that visit will be for no charge.
Pretty Kitty
Someone dropped off, maybe 7
to 8 years ago, a beautiful cat that I called “Pretty Kitty.” She was dropped
at the packing house, where we store and pack the apples. Pretty Kitty was
probably abandoned because she was pregnant. She ended up having a litter of
kittens in a stack of apple bins approximately 15 feet up off the ground. She
and the kittens were found when we packed apples and the empty bins got stacked
together.
The kittens could not be left
there once they had been found. This became my first litter saved. I had never
seen a litter with four totally different looking kittens: one black and white,
one tiger orange, one gray with blue eyes, one a patchwork of colors. The black
and white kitten went to a nurse. The orange tiger went to one of my
granddaughters. The other two cats stayed with me, even to this day.
Pretty Kitty would take the
food I supplied her, but she never allowed me to touch her. As time went on,
the only way I could get her spayed was to catch her in the cat trap; my vet
put her out cold while she was in the trap, then spayed her. I kept her in the
cage for two weeks until she healed and had gotten all her shots.
Angel
Pretty Kitty’s legacy lives on
in the next part of our story. P. K. had a kitten that none of us knew about,
upstairs in the packing house. One day she came down the stairs with this
beautiful kitten in her mouth and put it down on my lunch table. P.K. hid in
the corner until the kitty was picked up, and then she went on her way. The
kitten had a very large hernia on its stomach. I bottle-fed the kitten and took
it to the vet. I was told the kitten must not run, jump, climb, or do much of
anything until it was big enough to be operated upon. So I made a pouch for it
for me to wear around my neck, papoose-style, and she went everywhere I went
for five months.
I call her “Angel,” because
she is one. She has big blue eyes, and she is very light beige with a dark head
and dark feet. After Angel was operated on, she had to be kept in a cage in my
bedroom, which was very hard on her, but even harder on me. She cried a lot. If
I took her out to hold her and give her comfort, she was very upset with me…I
guess because she was blaming me. It was a long haul, but we made it through,
and she is sitting here with me now. Her mother was outside almost every day
waiting to be fed; Pretty Kitty would sit outside watching me work in the
garden but never trusted me enough to come close enough for me to pet her.
Everyone who lives around here
would see Pretty Kitty walking up and down our driveway daily. A couple of
months ago, when I went out to feed her and the wildlifethat
is, the ducks, the woodchuck, the geese and the other birdsI
called for her, but she did not come. Pretty Kitty hasn’t been back for all
this time. I know she’s passed away. I just pray she did not suffer. I still
call for her every day, even knowing she’s not here…haven’t been able to stop
myself yet.
Pretty Kitty must have had
kittens that grew up and then had kittens themselves a few months ago. Two baby
kittens that have her markings and blue eyes were found at the packing house
and brought to me to save. They are the last of Pretty Kitty.
My Wildlife
My wildlife are very important
to me. I feed the wild ducks and geese every day. A mother woodchuck lives
under my shed and brings her young out every year to teach them how to pick up
a carrot and stand on their back legs to eat it, and this makes me smile. I have
two raccoons that climb my trumpet vine and cedar tree to the roof of the
porch, only 8 to 10 inches below my bedroom window. I feed them every night.
This is the first year they have brought their babies up, three of them. They
know they can trust me, so that makes me smile, too. The fish in the ponds
follow me around as I am mowing, because I feed them also. It has taken many
years to gain the trust of all the wildlife that are a part of my life…and that
make me happy.
Saving More Kittens
I was writing about my love of
animals. A few weeks ago a kitten was heard crying in the packing house. It
took three days to find and get to it, as it had fallen behind a lot of
pallets. By the time we got to the kitten, it was very weak. I brought it up to
my house and started formula and antibiotics. It was very frail but then
started to show signs of progress.
Three more kittens were found
in the next week. One was terribly weak and full of fleas that were sucking the
life out of it. I really did not think this kitten was going to live, so it was
a miracle, day by day, to watch them all get better and better. The first one
is in my room doing wonderfully well. The other three are in the bathroom, also
getting stronger every day. Two of them already have homes to go to, which
pleases me. I have to catch the mother as soon as possible to get her fixed.
I know I had lots of help with
this batch of babies, as I had little hope for them. Thank You, God, for Your help from above.
My Three Kitties
The three kittens that I saved
are sleeping as I write this. They act more like puppies than cats. They have
their own room upstairs that is strictly theirs. It is where they have their
own food, and where they are together every night. When I am ready to come
upstairs, all I have to say is, “You boys ready?” The three of them stop
whatever they’re doing and run upstairs and wait by the closed door to their
room. They are like little puppy dogs!
Sick Kittens 2013
The past few weeks have been a
struggle. Losing my personal doctor of over 20 years has made me very sad. Now
I’m in the process of losing my veterinarian, whom I love dearly. She has an
employee who has pushed me to my very limits. I’m not sure if my vet knows just
what this person has been doing, but she will know next week.
I have no doubt that this
employee will not be let go, unfortunately, which makes it impossible to
continue going there. She and the vet seem to be personally quite close. My vet
has been very good to me through the years in many ways. She saved my dog,
Sheba, and my cat, Angel, for which I will always be grateful.
For the last 3 to 4 months I
have had to go to extreme measures to get care for my sick kittens and cats.
Only by my passing another vet’s office every Friday to meet my writing partner,
Dr. Cooper, did I decide to take a leap of faith and bring two cats there. I
very seldom feel comfortable with anyone new, but in this case I felt
confident that this vet will take care
of my animals completely fairly. That’s the feeling I have as I reflect on the
vet’s words.
I believe everything happens
for a reason: for example, my passing this vet’s office every Friday, an office
which is in a stone house, and I love old stone houses. I don’t think I
would’ve found him if it weren’t for that.
Today I am going to my kidney
doctor. After that I’m taking my letter containing all the details of my
interactions with her assistant to my former vet, as I feel she should be made
aware of what has been said on her behalf by this employee. Unless my vet has
changed drastically, I do not believe she has directed the employee’s actions.
Within the last two weeks this rude person has cost me approximately $1000 in
extra vet bills!
Sick Kittens Again, Fall 2013
Of course, we have new
kittens. Some the mother takes care of. Others we care for. We try to catch
them when they are old enough to be put on solid foods, and then we find homes
for them.
There are always ones that are
sick. I take these to the vet to get them meds; then I start feeding them
formula from a bottle to help get them well. My brother is taking a small black
kitten, one the vet named “Onyx.” Onyx will make my brother and his mother
smile.
Trying to catch the male and
female cats to get them neutered is a nightmare. No matter how many we get
neutered, people keep leaving more off for us. It is a never-ending battle. I
worry about what is going to happen when I am no longer here. Will someone take
care of the wildlife and the cats and the sick kittens? I hope so!
Sick Adult Cats, Too, Not Just
Kittens - November 2013
I am having a terrible issue
with the newest cats that were kittens when they were brought here. They are
tame in every way except when it is time to take one or two of them to the vet.
I don’t even have the carrier in the room when I go to pick one up. I am still
beaten up from yesterday trying to capture the five-month-old golden kitten.
Every time I would pick her
up, she was like a wild animal! I have puncture wounds all over me. I finally
had to call the vet to cancel my appointment. This only happens with the golden
cats. Even they are fine any other time. In fact, one of them is sitting next
to me right now.
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