Hi Everyone! I just realized that I completely forgot to write about (another!) baby kittycat Mom found! Mom says a baby kittycat is called a “kitten”.
For a couple of weeks Mom saw a black kittycat going under our dog ramp where there was a hole in the side of the house. The hole went to the space under the laundry room. This kittycat kept going in and out through that hole in the wall of the house. Mom said it was a mama kittycat looking for a place to have her babies. She was another feral cat. Mom kept telling Dad to block that hole, but he didn’t do it. Mom finally convinced Dad that she didn’t want any more kittycats to take care of, and he blocked the hole after he saw the mama kittycat go out.
A couple of days after Dad blocked that hole in the wall, Mom and the girls came home from shopping and Mom heard a tiny crying. Mom knew it was a kitten and she looked all around. Then she saw the kitten scratching at the vent screen under the bedroom, trying to get out. She popped off that screen and cut through the plastic that was there and tried to help that kitten, but the kitten didn’t like the plastic and wouldn’t come out. Mom got very annoyed with Dad then, because he didn’t block the hole and the mama kittycat DID come in and have kittens, and now this kitten hadn’t had anything to eat in a couple of days, and this made Mom feel very sad.
Mom rushed into the house and into her closet, where there is a place in the floor that opens up like the one in the laundry room. She had to move everything out that was on the floor and peel up the carpet to get to the place that opens. She was very concerned that when she opened the floor the kitten would be scared and run far away across the room where there wasn’t a place in the floor that opens. Mom opened up the floor very slowly and heard “fizzzzzzzzzzzzzgrrrrrr!!” The tiny kitten jumped out at Mom and hissed and growled at her! She grabbed that kitten and snuggled it. It was a girl kitten. When Mom petted her, the kitten did something called “purring” that kittycats do. It is a rumbly sound that means they are happy.
That kitten was crying and crying! I heard the kitten and wanted to see her, but Mom didn’t let me because she thought I might hurt the kitten. Well, I might have, I don’t know. Sometimes my instincts just take over, and since I was bred to chase critters it’s really hard not to. Usually I do feel like biting critters. Mom found a box to put the kitten in, and thought she would put the kitten outside to wait for the mama kittycat to come and look for her. The kitten kept trying to jump out of the box, though, and Mom knew she couldn’t just leave the kitten outside by herself because she could get hurt. So, Mom decided to take the kitten to the doctor’s office to get something called “formula”, which is milk for kittens, so she could give her something to eat. Mom wasn’t sure what to do about the kitten. You can read one of my earlier posts about a kitten I found that Mom took care of last year – she didn’t want to do that again because she is allergic to kittycats. She likes them very much (well, I don’t know why!) but they make it hard for her to breathe, and she sneezes a lot when they are around. Mom thought she would have to take the kitten to the Humane Society, because she knew they would be able to find the kitten a good home.
When Mom got to the doctor’s office, she was telling the desk lady about the kitten. As she was telling the story, another lady came to pick up some kittycats that had been at the doctor. This lady was part of a group called “Salem Friends of Felines” and they help kittycats to find a home with someone who will love them. The lady was so nice and she offered to take the kitten right then and find a foster home for her. Mom was very thankful that this lady would take the kitten, and she said that God made sure that someone would be at the doctor’s office just when Mom and the kitten got there because God always meets our needs, even the little ones.
Mom left the floor open and waited and listened for the next few days to see if the were any other kittens under the house, but there weren’t any more. Here is a picture of that kitten. Mom named her “Little Miss Tuffy”, because she looks just like the daddy kittycat in the neighborhood (Dad calls him Tuffy because he isn’t afraid of anything). I really don’t like kittycats, but when Mom showed me this picture I had to agree that this kitten was sort of okay.
Oh, and Mom wants me to add:
PLEASE SPAY AND NEUTER YOUR PETS!!!




