Friday, September 2, 2011

Day 8 of 25: Cat Whisperer

This is a post from yesterday:

I didn’t get the chance to blog the other night, but I had a good reason. Let me start by saying that I have been cursed with a tremendous amount of love for animals. We have been nursing 3-week old abandoned kittens since Saturday. The mother cat was nowhere to be found, and the kittens were crying in our backyard. My husband and I took pictures of the three kittens after work last night, and then we went to his mother’s house to take pictures of her 12 kittens that need homes. (It’s that time of year, I guess!) After taking pictures, we went over to my mom’s house. My husband and I took my little brother and our dog for a walk. My sister walked with us, too. We were able to get my sister to take one of our kittens, so I was very relieved. After we were done with our walk, and as we were pulling up in our driveway, we spotted the momma cat of the three babies that we have been fostering. She is a pure wild cat, and my husband said not to even bother trying to catch her, but I couldn’t let this opportunity pass. I needed to get that momma cat to feed her babies, to help them do their business, and to give them the TLC that only a momma cat can. So, I rushed out of the car and sure enough she bolted like lightning. I stopped and started meowing like a baby kitten and she stopped and looked back. I held my hands like I had one of her babies in my hand and started creeping toward her. (I was banking on her motherly instincts.) After about 10 seconds of creeping toward the cat, I pretended to lower the “kitten” down to the ground, and the mother cat started walking towards me. Mind you, by this time, Nick’s jaw was dropped to the ground, he was so shocked. If any of you have ever tried to catch a wild cat, you know that it’s impossible. Well, I beat those odds last night. As soon as she came close enough, I grabbed her and ran in to the house, up the stairs, to our spare bedroom where we are keeping the kittens. Happy ending, right? Well, I wish that were the case. After about an hour of trying to make it work, the mother wanted nothing to do with the kittens. They were scared to death of her, and she actually swatted at one before we finally let her back outside. (Before you ask whether or not it was the actual mother, there was no denying it. She still hadn’t gained back her figure from giving birth to these babies and she looked exactly like the two.) The kittens were running to me when the momma cat was in the spare bedroom. After just four days, I had become their new “momma cat”. If anything, I’m just relieved to know that the real momma cat isn’t moping around, worrying about her kittens. She wanted nothing to do with them, so I can let that worry slide off my back. Another relief is that I believe I have homes for at least one other kitten. I’m still hoping that they start “going to the bathroom” on their own soon, because I have been doing enemas the past two days since we have been to the vet. The vet showed me how to do it, gave me all of the stuff that I needed. I was scared to do it at first, but I am very gentle and they don’t seem to mind them at all. It has helped them so far, but tonight will be the last enema treatment, then I’m going to pray hard that they start going on their own.

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