The Scenario: Abandoned kittens, hardly able to feed themselves let alone fend for themselves, are found in the neighborhood. The kittens are in bad shape and will not survive on their own.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
The Solution: Take the kittens into your home for 24-48 hours and take them to the Safe Haven for Cats
What could go wrong? Let me make a list:
1) The kittens. They were very young and weak. Initially they would only eat from a medicine dropper. The good news is they got stronger quickly. The bad news is they got stronger and started eating on their own. Apparently, eating on your own involves standing in your bowl of kitten formula and knocking your food dish over. Oh, and taking in food also means you immediately begin peeing and pooping everywhere.
2) Fleas. I thought the cats were dirty, but then the dirt took off running across the kittens' tummy. The good news is the vet told us how to solve the problem - a bath with Dawn dish soap followed by some prescription medication. The bad news is I had to bathe four kittens. Bathing one cat is bad, bathing four? Traumatic.
3) The Beaver (aka our rabbit). We thought it was cute that the rabbit and the kittens hit it off so well. Then we found the fleas. Guess who else needs a bath and medication? Bathing a cat sucks, but it's doable. Bathing a rabbit is like giving birth, but without the good part at the end.
4) The Fear. It quickly became evident that the no-kill shelters in the area were full. FULL! What in the heck was I supposed to do with these kittens?! I'd keep them, but then the hubster would probably not keep me. I spent Sunday night crying like a school girl as I tried to concoct scenarios to save the kitties.
5) The adoption. It was never our intention to keep the cats. So today when we miraculously found someone to adopt two of the kittens we should have been happy, right? I spent the afternoon stoically reassuring the girls and keeping them from having a nervous breakdown. Now, they are in bed and I am sitting here typing and trying to cry very quietly. The hubster knows the extent of my stupidly soft heart. If he catches wind of this stupid blubbering he won't let me take in another stray if only because he wouldn't want to see me hurting like this.
Maybe he's right. 60 hours with those kittens and I'm a sobbing lump of boogery humanity. I seriously need to get a grip.
Farewell sweet kittens.
Posted by Kathy B! at 5:53 AM