It was another one of those situations. Animals in need - no place for them. I tell you this story with the hope that you might be that one person out there who is ready to adopt or willing to help me find forever homes. I know we humans can really come together when we need to. I know from two and a half years of blogging that many of YOU are not just here to read the stories but that you actively participate in my rescue work by joining the cause, sharing a story, helping ANY way you can. My plans all along have been to launch my next brick fundraiser and big adoption campaign this Fall. The way I spent my weekend has made me determined to find a way - SOMEHOW - to reach more people. I NEED HOMES.
A person called me with knowledge of a situation concerning a homeless mom cat and kittens. This was not some irresponsible person who owns a cat and allowed her to become pregnant. Quite different. This woman told me the story and asked if I could help. I could not, and I was absolutely sick about it. Here is the story.
A 90-year-old man lives alone in the country. A couple of weeks ago, a mom cat started showing up at his back door. He started feeding her. He could tell she was nursing kittens, but he had no idea where she had them. Then just a few days ago, momma cat brought four little two-week old kittens to his back door. (Momma Cat must have decided this was a good guy.) The man had the flu (so he thought), but he still put food out and a box on the ground beside the step. The man ended up in the hospital, and it was discovered that he is a gravely ill man. The woman who called me about this situation is the man’s 80-year-old sister. Her brother told her about the cat and kittens, and she started driving half an hour to his place to put out food.
I would have loved to have been able to help this woman and the little feline family, but my cathouse is 100% FULL. I would need to place half a dozen Winnie’s Wishers in order to be able to help. I checked around to shelters within three hours of here and they are all bursting at the seams with cats and kittens. I knew I could take over the feeding for this woman to keep her from having to make that daily drive. But I also knew the eventual consequences. With no one living in the house now, it was possible that Mom Cat would move the babies. And whether she did or whether she didn’t, she would eventually be pregnant again. The man’s sister told me the mom cat was friendly, but I knew her kittens would grow up feral and would become virtually unadoptable. AND then there would be FOUR MORE cats in the world to breed and reproduce uncontrollably. (*See Andrea’s post about this.) I stewed and worried and called friends and sent emails. I couldn’t stand it. These were not feral cats. This was a friendly mom cat with kittens still so little that they could grow up tame and adoptable if only they had a place to go. I wondered if I could take over their feeding, take some pictures, and get some kind of emergency campaign going for someone somewhere to take the mom and kittens. Or get five of my Winnie’s Wishers immediately into homes allowing me to take these myself. Neither option seemed even remotely viable. But I couldn’t help hoping. I needed a little miracle.
On Saturday I met the 90-year old property owner at his home as his family packed him up to stay with his sister. I took these pictures.
More about this little family tomorrow.