The last couple of Wednesdays I have been posting a series of continuing posts about how I acquired my cats, Walli and Stormi. Yesterday I intended to post Part 3, but was simply too tired.
Why, you ask? Well… after I had spent some time crawling around in an old, dusty attic fishing for kittens, taken one to the vet, then bathed and combed and picked fleas off of it for a couple of hours, I just couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.
I’ve been hearing kittens in the wall of the old house I work in for a couple of weeks now and suspected the calico Momma who used to hang around there had come back to have another litter. Sometime in the afternoon I heard a swooshy sliding noise, and not long after a kitten started crying. It was déjà vu all over again! I could clearly hear it from inside the wall – the same wall where I found Walli, just a different section this time.
So I grabbed a ladder, kicked my heels off and climbed up into the attic armed with a flash light and a towel. As soon as I got up there and started shining the light around I saw two tiny kittens blinking confused into the beam of my flashlight. One of them acted all tough and put up a big threatening show of hissing and snarling. I lifted an air duct tube and a third scuttled away.
But the crying persisted, and I knew there was a fourth stuck somewhere still. By following the sound, I was able to locate the spot where the little one had fallen in, and when I held the flashlight way down the crevice I could see a little ball of gray fur. It was too far down. I lowered the towel as far as it would go, but it didn’t reach by a long shot. This was in a particularly narrow and obstructed part of the attic, and I had to give up. I grabbed the little feisty one and headed down to call animal control.
Fred from the local animal shelter (the guy who fished out Walli last year) came out with a long flexible pole with a noose and rummaged around for quite some time. After about half an hour he finally emerged with this most adorable little gray/red and white tabby!
I couldn’t help myself from taking her home… I know I can’t keep her (hubby keeps telling me that too, and I say “yes, of course” and secretly plot ways of figuring out how to make a small apartment full of two very tall adult humans and two very active cats not seem crowded with yet another family member). Fred took the angry little torti down to the shelter where he said he has a Momma cat that lost some of her kittens.
Meanwhile, I get to coax a very frightened but hungry little baby cat into eating on her own and grow big enough to be adopted by some nice family.
Why, you ask? Well… after I had spent some time crawling around in an old, dusty attic fishing for kittens, taken one to the vet, then bathed and combed and picked fleas off of it for a couple of hours, I just couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer.
I’ve been hearing kittens in the wall of the old house I work in for a couple of weeks now and suspected the calico Momma who used to hang around there had come back to have another litter. Sometime in the afternoon I heard a swooshy sliding noise, and not long after a kitten started crying. It was déjà vu all over again! I could clearly hear it from inside the wall – the same wall where I found Walli, just a different section this time.
So I grabbed a ladder, kicked my heels off and climbed up into the attic armed with a flash light and a towel. As soon as I got up there and started shining the light around I saw two tiny kittens blinking confused into the beam of my flashlight. One of them acted all tough and put up a big threatening show of hissing and snarling. I lifted an air duct tube and a third scuttled away.
But the crying persisted, and I knew there was a fourth stuck somewhere still. By following the sound, I was able to locate the spot where the little one had fallen in, and when I held the flashlight way down the crevice I could see a little ball of gray fur. It was too far down. I lowered the towel as far as it would go, but it didn’t reach by a long shot. This was in a particularly narrow and obstructed part of the attic, and I had to give up. I grabbed the little feisty one and headed down to call animal control.
Fred from the local animal shelter (the guy who fished out Walli last year) came out with a long flexible pole with a noose and rummaged around for quite some time. After about half an hour he finally emerged with this most adorable little gray/red and white tabby!
I couldn’t help myself from taking her home… I know I can’t keep her (hubby keeps telling me that too, and I say “yes, of course” and secretly plot ways of figuring out how to make a small apartment full of two very tall adult humans and two very active cats not seem crowded with yet another family member). Fred took the angry little torti down to the shelter where he said he has a Momma cat that lost some of her kittens.
Meanwhile, I get to coax a very frightened but hungry little baby cat into eating on her own and grow big enough to be adopted by some nice family.
9 comments:
Have had great joy reading these stories!! Made my day today;)Takk!
Fikk lyst på katt igjen...
catt
morsomt... da jeg så det virtuelle bilde av den svarte katten trodde jeg først at det var en som var lagt i kurv på trappa di...;)
ct.
Oh, my goodness, she's adorable. I'm afraid one of my cats is REALLY sick, so am starting to think about that horrible down-the-road eventuality.
I'll know more on the 19th, when mine has another ultrasound, but man, that little one's a cutie...
OH WHAT A CUTE LITTLE FUZZY HEAD!!!
Michele sent me.
What a cute kitty!
Here from Michele's.
Oh, sooooo cute! Here via Michele!
Those momma cats need a less hazardous place to give birth. Glad the fishing got em out.
more adorable pictures and a lovely story!
Adorable. Look at those eyes.
Hard to resist indeed.
~S
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