|Posted on April 16, 2015 at 9:30 PM|
I received a phone call this morning about a small kitten found at a wrecking yard. The little tyke only just has it's eyes open and the poor guy who found it really wanted to get it to safety. So naturally, being the nit that I am, I found myself telling him the address of the shelter so he could bring it over. There really are times when I need to wear a gag, but oh well what's done is done. So here I was, faced with this cute (aren't they all) little bundle of furry hunger wondering what the hell I was going to do with it. Now the shelter is full to overflowing and I have literally got a 6 foolscap page typed list of what "has to be done" daily and that doesn't include what really needs to be done. So needless to say bottle feeding a kitten every couple of hours really doesn't fit into the schedule. I had been in the process of doing the litter trays and general cleanup in one of the teenage catteries when he arrived so I took the kitten into there, continued the cleanup and intended then taking the kitten inside and making some pleading telephone calls to foster carers. Now this cattery has young barn cats in it. Two were pregnant on arrival and one has since given birth and her kittens are about 5 weeks old. This is what greeted me when I turned around after about 3 minutes.
Categories: CATTERY CHATTER