Kisu
February, like January 2018 came in very cold in the deep south. It was hard to imagine how a tiny, sick kitten could survive. Early February, I saw kittens wander into my back yard from under the neighbour's fence. They were obviously feral and very afraid of humans. I noticed one that seemed to be on its own and often hissed at by the others in the group. He would slowly wander around and try to connect with the other felines, but to no avail.
One afternoon I saw a piece of cloth move that I had used to cover some perennial plants just for the night and lo and behold that same little kitten was under there shivering. I sat on the low beam that surrounded the garden and it climbed up my back to sit on my shoulder. I could see that he was very sick and his face was covered in runoff from its nose and eyes. I fed him, gave him water and held him for many hours until night came and then placed him down and he ran off presumably to find his mother or shelter for the night. My eventual plan was to trap, neuter, release and maintain (TNRM).
The next morning came in rainy and cold. I looked out of the patio windows only to see him sitting in the rain waiting at the beam. I went back and sat there off and on that afternoon and each time he climbed into my lap for the warmth and comfort. At this point he was under 10 weeks old judging by the colour of his eyes (blue).
It was possible that he had a mother somewhere behind the fence so I was reluctant to separate them. However, the following morning he came into the yard and dragged himself across the yard only to lie down beside the shed. It was time to take action. There was nothing other than medical intervention that would save this little kitten.
One afternoon I saw a piece of cloth move that I had used to cover some perennial plants just for the night and lo and behold that same little kitten was under there shivering. I sat on the low beam that surrounded the garden and it climbed up my back to sit on my shoulder. I could see that he was very sick and his face was covered in runoff from its nose and eyes. I fed him, gave him water and held him for many hours until night came and then placed him down and he ran off presumably to find his mother or shelter for the night. My eventual plan was to trap, neuter, release and maintain (TNRM).
The next morning came in rainy and cold. I looked out of the patio windows only to see him sitting in the rain waiting at the beam. I went back and sat there off and on that afternoon and each time he climbed into my lap for the warmth and comfort. At this point he was under 10 weeks old judging by the colour of his eyes (blue).
It was possible that he had a mother somewhere behind the fence so I was reluctant to separate them. However, the following morning he came into the yard and dragged himself across the yard only to lie down beside the shed. It was time to take action. There was nothing other than medical intervention that would save this little kitten.
10 weeks old