A WIN FOR THE KITTIES...

Heidy-Ho, Blogging Buddies.

Today's post is about a serious matter.  While I do not actually KNOW the reason I came across this beautiful kitty, I do know there are far too many instances of people dropping animals off somewhere where they believe "Oh, they'll be fine.  There are plenty of things for them to eat and water nearby.  They can fend for themselves."  The ultimate shame on those who do this.  Don't EVER let me catch you doing it.

So... early Monday morning I headed out on my daily walk.  I was looking around and thinking about the blackberries I would be picking shortly.  Yum!  I noticed something in the road ahead.  For a brief moment, I thought "That looks like a cat's back."  I continued to watch it but there was no movement.  I then began to think perhaps it was a bag with some trash in it that just was on the road in such a way that it appeared to be an animal.  When I got close enough to really see it, I saw it was indeed a small cat.  I thought perhaps it had been hit by a vehicle as it did not appear to move.  I really didn't want to have to deal with this kind of sadness the first thing in the morning... but I had to check it out.

Just as I was close enough to kneel down and get a closer look, it raised its head just a bit.  Its eyes were open but it still did not move.  Now I was extremely concerned as I feared it had been hit and seriously injured.  I did not move quickly but I settled down in the road next to it.  I slowly extended my hand which it viewed warily but without moving.  I finally placed my hand on its back to gently stroke it and determine if I could tell whether it was injured.  It sat quietly allowing me to touch it.  I could feel every single vertebrae along that cat's back.  Several vehicles drove by, probably wondering what the HELL a grown woman was doing in the middle of a lane on a two-lane road.  They did all slow down and go by as far away from us as possible.  The cat did appear frightened with each vehicle's approach but simply did not move from under my hand.

I called the spousal-unit (bless his heart!) and told him to get a box, a towel, and come quickly to our aid.  He assured me he would be there as soon as he could put some clothes on!!  (Poor man.)  I told him I thought we were probably going to need to take it to the vet to have it put to sleep as I feared it was injured.  Before he arrived, the little cat actually stood up, took a few wobbly steps (proving that all four legs were in good shape although weak), then collapsed against my leg.  I was certainly encouraged by this movement.  Seems the poor kitty was simply too tired for fight or flight and just wanted something that didn't frighten it... and that was apparently me.

The Man arrived in short order with the box and towel requested.  I picked the little thing up and placed it in the box.  Its legs just collapsed underneath it as though it knew it didn't have to be concerned anymore.  We drove to the vet's office.  We found some water and I tried to get the little thing to drink a bit but it just didn't seem interested.  I was very concerned about this little kitty.  After a glaring lack of customer service by the young lady at the front desk (I will be talking to the vet about that once this situation is resolved), we did see the vet.

The vet (whom I love) checked it out, told us it was a female, between 6 months and a year old, and was emaciated... which I already knew.  A quick sit on the scale showed her to be 3.5 pounds.  After a brief conversation about it, he said he would see how aggressively it went after some food before making a determination.  When he put that open can of food pulled from the refrigerator in front of that cat's nose, that little girl absolutely DOVE into it!!  She shoved her face into that can and just started woofing it down!  He put two tablespoons full of food on the exam table and she just inhaled it.  That was all she was allowed as she would have made herself ill eating too much after nearly starving.  This certainly improved her prognosis.

So... we left her there for a Feline Leukemia test (which has been run and is negative) and to be wormed and bathed (glad I'm not doing that!).  She was full of burrs in her long hair so there is going to be a lot of grooming necessary!  They are going to keep her for a couple of days to make sure she recovers in a quiet environment.  Then... I will retrieve her, pay her bill, and present her to her new owner!  There is a gentleman we know at the local airport who loves cats.  His house cat died recently and he does not have a replacement... until now.  :)  She is definitely going to a good home!!  I'm so glad.

I typed this on Monday afternoon but have held it until now as I wanted you all to see how she is after all of her trauma and recovery.  She is still very weak but ate heartily at the vet's office.  They are quite comfortable she will fully recover and be a beautiful, small cat.  I wish her a wonderful life with The Colonel!!

Remember that the way you treat animals reflects on you as a person.  Be a bright light.

Until next post...