During one of my Fall Yard Sales to benefit the shelter and my own Winnie’s Wish, the board president showed up with two little kittens and told me their story. She had received a call from a law enforcement unit that two kittens were in a police vehicle. And by IN, I mean up in the engine/motor area. When she went there to get them out, she discovered one of them was badly injured. And the injury was infected. And well, flies had been in the wound, if you get where I’m going here. She was taking them for medical help and then they would come back to the shelter and go into a quarantine unit.
At the vet, the wound was cleaned. Both kittens were skin-and-bones thin. They had crusty little faces, too, from an upper respiratory condition. Older and Younger Daughters were pretty sure the uninjured one would live. But the other one was extremely unlikely to make it. The injury and infection were severe. They felt awful for the poor thing and hoped desperately it wasn’t suffering too greatly. Two little boy kittens who’d certainly had a terrible start. The board president named them Sheriff and Deputy (for obvious reasons).
My daughters have told me that they really didn’t know whether little Deputy would make it through any particular day. He did not bounce back at first. But he DID make it, and the boys finally started to grow a little. They were only about six weeks old when they came in. Now they are BIG kittens. So why am I writing about these two boys now?
After FIVE foster kittens came and went, leaving little Trudi all alone, I asked my daughters if there was a kitten there who could benefit from a little extra TLC and give Trudi some company in the process. The answer was that there were no more kittens. Except for Sheriff and Deputy. Older told me that they were having to live in a two-perch cage. The Kitten Room is full of last Spring’s kittens and those are all bigger than Sheriff and Deputy now. Those kittens are full-grown size because they are nearly a year old. Sheriff and Deputy are too little and too vulnerable to be put in with the older, much bigger kittens. I told Older Daughter that it sounded like we had a plan. Sheriff and Deputy needed a little more attention and space to romp. Trudi needed a friend. Now she’d have two.
So that happened last weekend. Unfortunately, Trudi is STILL not happy about it. The two boys are bigger than her, and Deputy plays really rough. Sheriff still spends a bit of time hiding, but when he does slip out Trudi hisses at him. She also hisses at Deputy as he flies by. Then he tries to touch her and she is appalled so she runs away from him and hides. What I’m saying is that it’s not really working out. However, Deputy is having the time of his life. And Sheriff needs interaction so he can become less introverted and eventually get adopted. I’m trying to make some decisions about what to do.
All three of these babies need homes. Keep your fingers crossed, Friends. Have a great weekend.