Thursday is supposed to be gardening day. To salve my conscience, I pulled out a few weeds in the back yard, and hacked out a weed that had started turning into a tree. As I put away the spade, I heard what sounded like a cat mewing or a bird crying. I tried to locate the spot where the sound was coming from, and to my surprise saw the tiniest kitten lying abandoned under the one of the 2 bushes in the garden. Its mouth was full of sand; its eyes were not yet opened, and it was very distressed.
I don’t normally like cats, but I could not leave this little thing. So I washed the grit out of its mouth, and fed it some milk with a teaspoon. It is not a happy kitten, and took long to settle in the pocket of my apron. I walked all around the manse and chapel to try and find any sign of the mother cat. Nothing. It was as if the kitten had dropped from the sky.
I decided to take it along with us to the 2 Bible studies this evening. At first it was quiet, but then I had to leave it in a box in the car, as it became a distraction. When it was tea time after the second study, I fetched it from the car to feed it. Vince gave me a small syringe – this worked much better than the teaspoon.
Here is a photo of “cat” sleeping in its box. It is so tiny that a face cloth acts as a blanket for it.
Oh Hazel! What a dear! I have a terrible soft spot for kittens as I think you know.
ReplyDeleteIt is just impossible to leave a little creature in need, isn't it?