I bet some of you tuned in to this blog yesterday and when you saw it was a brick post, you clicked out and moved on. After all, you know all about the brick fundraisers here, and many of you already have a brick in the Walkway. But if you failed to scroll to the end of the post, you missed a little something. THIS little something -
Younger Daughter’s boyfriend works the 6am to 2pm shift. When he got to work Tuesday morning, there sat a kitten. She was kind of folded up, just sitting there next to the parking area. Boyfriend saw her and wondered and went on into the building. He looked outside a couple of times during his shift and she had not moved. When he got off work at two o’clock, he called me. There’s a kitten here and everybody’s just walking on by her and she isn’t moving. She doesn’t look great. What should I do? Since there are no homes near there, I told him to bring her here if he could get her. That wasn’t a problem. She never moved. He picked her up and saw that one of her ears was scabbed and crusty. Also, she was skinny under that slightly scruffy coat. He sat her down on his jacket in the passenger seat. She squirmed around a minute, rolled onto her back, and with three of her legs in the air went sound asleep. That’s how I first saw her. Boyfriend pulled into my driveway, and I went out to get her. There she was - sleeping hard.
We went inside and I looked her over. Fleas. BAD ear. Scruffy coat. Skinny. And only a couple of months from being a prime candidate for pregnancy. Boyfriend had done the right thing.
I put her into the downstairs bathroom with Truly, Autumn, and Shiloh. They sniffed and she didn’t move. They hissed and she hissed back. But when I put food in front of her, she started inhaling it. She ate and ate. I finally took the food so she wouldn’t make herself sick. She spent all of Tuesday evening doing three things - eating, sleeping, and grooming herself. By Wednesday morning, she looked amazingly better than when she’d first arrived. Even the bad ear is looking better. I had Older Daughter check it, and we started an antibiotic ointment. Little Sallie is now a Winnie’s Wisher - and a sweet one! Today’s post was supposed to be another adoption post. How convenient. Because Sallie will soon need a forever home of her very own.
May I take a moment to point something out? I don't know if any of you have noticed this, but Winnie's Wish hasn't had an adoption in a long while. Sallie makes TEN kittens I've taken in since May. After finally trapping Shiloh, my hope was that there would be no more "intakes" until we had some "outputs". Friends - I need homes. If you're reading this, and you're considering an adoption, won't you please consider a Winnie's Wisher. Alot of wonderful folks have adopted over these couple of years. They are my best advertisement as they think their particular Winnie's Wishers are the greatest! We've set up transports and we've flown cats across the country. We CAN get a Winnie's Wish cat or kitten into your arms, your lap, your home. Contact me and let's get something started. I need you. And there's a kitty here who needs you, too.