A change of plans

Our Saturday morning, running errands and shopping, took a sudden detour when we arrived at the outlets. As we were leaving our van, James started looking towards some bushes and asked

"Is that a bird or a cat?"

It did not sound like a cat to me, maybe some weird bird, but as we got closer he became insistent that it was a cat and crouched down, frantically looking to find it. He reached in and scooped out the tiniest little creature, pitifully wailing, with huge scared eyes. It was an incredibly young, abandoned kitten, starving and terrified.

Now I have to say that I am not a cat person, but this cute little bundle, so helpless and in need, touched all of our hearts. The children were terrible concerned and stroked him so gently as we tried to decide on the best course of action. He finally stopped his frantic crying and started to calm a little but was obviously hungry, attempting to suck on James' fingers. We decided to take him home, to try to give him a little milk and call the animal shelter.

Our baby bottles were far too big, as was a little medicine dropper we tried, but that was probably good as poor kitty probably needed something more feline appropriate (oops - but we were trying to help). All three children were completely fascinated and very concerned, it was just so precious to watch their reactions and see their compassion at such a young age.

We did take kitty to the animal shelter where they would hopefully be able to do a much better job. They assured us that we did the right thing and that if we had left him where we had found him he would have died a horrible death - it has been so hot here and it just does not bear thinking about.

Taking a peek at some of the other cats being looked after at the
shelter and waiting for new families.