Sooooo I washed little kitten sat out in the sun and dried little kitten for over an hour. No problem what so ever. Sat all evening with little kitten with the dogs, no problem. Next morning I open jar of yummy meat and look at all of my gang acting like I am abusing them and decide to go back out into the sunshine and feed little kitten. Kitten sits on my lap lapping up the food and suddenly takes off like a bullet out of a gun and runs under the privacy fence that is on the ground stacked at the neighbors.
I have 2 toddlers and a bay arriving in less than a half hour.
I try to reach the kitten. No good. I try to calmly call for Hyia, how do you do that? without making the situation worse but she cannot hear me. SO I do the stupid thing and lift up on the board. I never claimed I was bright. Kitten did exactly what I should have known it would do, it wedged in tighter in crack. Now I can't put the boards down, because they will crush it.
So I am cursing my stupidity times two when kitten shoots out the back, again like a bullet out of a gun, and is out of sight.
you know what I said over and over and over with my heart in my throat.
I call PEpper out. Pepper find your baby. Pepper has a great time bounding around in the woods. But she is no help.
I felt that kitten had to be close, hold up. So I look and look and find ground hog tunnels, and ravine wash outs, and there is a kabillion places a small baseball size of camouflage can hide. Now I hear the children arrive.
My son offers to go out and starts to look but I am afraid Hyia and a full grown man crashing around in the underbrush isn't going to work I tell them to go on. I tell Hyia it's up to you now. Give her mosquito spray. ANd feel sick to my stomach thinking of all the things that will turn kitten into a pellet by dawn.
An hour goes by, and then two. Now I am worried about Hyia so I call and call, but she can't hear me.
I am just about to have a complete panic when I see one red, scratched, dirty, stick and brush covered Hyia with a kitten clamped to her chest.
She said he was crossing the creek and was stuck. THat creek is about a foot ball field straight down hill.
So She calls the kitten sugar cube, I call the kitten **** Lucky. Kitten doesnt' get near that door without being in a crate and has until Tuesday to bond with people and houses and stop looking for a whole in the ground and Mama.
I wasn't using my head. I can't believe I made such a mistake, and that won't happen twice. IT was as bad as when I Found PEpper. I believe I posted I Found a dog. I lost a Dog. I am way too old for any of this and I am sick on top of it. I am so glad that kitten is not an owl pellet. THe purring video was taking after rescue and bath number two.
I don't know how but that kitten came back with almost as many fleas as he she came with in the first place.