Hey Friends. Here’s a quick Facebook report. My deep thanks to everyone who is sharing my posts – the blog posts and the various other things I am posting to my Daily Dose FB page. Because of the “Shares” on Traci Mae’s post, my FB page report tells me that the reach on that post was over 900 (yes, you read that right). Now it hasn’t gotten Traci Mae a home yet. But a few days ago, I told you that my FB posts usually have a reach of 30 to 60. So NINE HUNDRED!!! Wow, oh, wow. If the shares continue, it would be almost impossible to think it wouldn’t eventually translate into an adoption. Facebook Folks – PLEASE keep sharing Daily Dose posts. I can’t thank you enough!
On this blog, I share the good and the bad, the happy and the sad. I’ve shared with you when something is worrying me and you always rally around. My worry ever since taking in Yardley and her two offspring, Kizzie and Bunny, has been that there could be more of that litter somewhere. If you read along when I was trapping those three, you know that they all came from the West Woods. I can hardly stand the thought of one more kitten out there somewhere trying to survive all alone. I have said that it is unlikely for another kitten to have survived, especially after this long. It is possible for a mom cat who is not receiving proper nutrition to have several living kittens in a litter. All of whatever she is consuming goes to those developing kittens. Then all of whatever she is consuming goes to nursing them. It’s very possible that more than two were born alive and that she was able to keep them alive with mother’s milk. But I also know that the West Woods is home to lots of types of predators. Raccoons, large snakes, coyotes, bobcats, even hawks will prey on kittens (not to mention ticks!). Then there’s the starvation factor. Once mom stopped nursing, these babies would have been on their own trying to hunt to survive. Bunny showed up six weeks after Kizzie did. So I’ve been putting food out ever since.
Over the past couple of weeks, I find myself standing at the edge of the West Woods staring in, hoping there’s not another baby out there.
See you tomorrow.