true tales from the gates of the underworld


Kitten rescue Part V
September 18, 2012, 9:49 pm
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on my lap right now. 🙂

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Kitten rescue Part IV
September 17, 2012, 9:01 am
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good morning! greeted by enthusiastic purring this morning.

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the two white ones seem to have quite watery eyes this morning.. knowing attention little about cats’ ailments and what’s normal or not, I’m a bit worried. this kitten lark is more difficult than having children…



Kitten rescue Part III
September 16, 2012, 6:38 pm
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we made their space bigger, and they have a bed but each other’s company is obviously better.

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Kitten rescue Part II
September 16, 2012, 3:36 pm
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one night, a lot of food, drink and poop later, we combed the kitties again this morning, then left them to it as they appeared happy in their eat-sleep cycle.
this afternoon we changed their bedding and checked them over again.

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the change in them is absolutely astonishing. their coats now have the fluffy-almost-glossy look of kitten fur, their eyes are clean and glistening (blue grey), and they are playing, fighting and climbing.
as far as we can tell, the adult fleas fell off in the night.

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and they are now seeking human contact, too. four tiny, pretty things, and the boys are quite taken with them.

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the situation that seemed grim and a little hopeless yesterday has drastically improved over night. of course, it’s early days, but all is not lost.

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Kitten rescue
September 16, 2012, 3:09 pm
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We rescued 4 little kittens yesterday. their little brother, dead for a week, was still lying where they slept, the house disgusting, the people living there glad to see them go.
if I had known the circumstances they were living, I would have taken them earlier.
skinny, ridden with thousands of fleas (I’ve never seen anything like it, they were like four little ants hills), despondent and dirty, they didn’t even protest when I picked them up and put them in a box.
my skin still crawls thinking about the house.
after seeking reassurance that they were in fact not ill, we took them home and spent four long hours combing, bathing and flea treating them.
fleas and lice squirming their way through wet, slightly matted coats, shivering, they made a sad display; the conditions I found them in were just hideous.

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after cleaning their wounds (some infected scratches that were full of dirt) and combing out matted bits and as many creepy crawlies as we could, I gave them a bowl of organic kitten pate, which they promptly demolished, then looked for more.

to avoid infesting our house, we made them a shelter in the insulated garden shed, a perfect little playground with a bed, room to fight and play, food, a litter tray and access to an enclosed bit of the garden.

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they just curled up in the bed, all together, and slept. then woke a few hours later, fed, toileted, cleaned each other and slept some more.

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