Park Heights Animal Welfare Group shared an album: Little Black Momma. It was an unexpected Gotcha Day for mom and kittens. Would like to take a moment just to describe this if you will indulge me. Momma I have been feeding every morning for a couple of weeks now. From the first moment I saw her, I knew she could not be pulled for TNR because she was nursing, but I could not find the kittens. So..I had to leave her behind. Each morning I would come to feed and she would be sitting on the curb. As I would get out of the car she would scream a very weak pathetic meow. I pet her frail body as you could feel every bone, wondering how this cat could be caring for kittens in her current state. Each morning I would bring special food for mom, and sit is aside from the other hungry males in the colony who would gobble up the food before she had a chance to eat. Mom and I became very close over the past couple of weeks, she would sit and wait under that tree for me each day. I would always look for her kittens, listening for any sound of a cry, and never could find them. The day before Gotcha Day for mom, it was the day I pulled mr floppy ears from this porch. He was injured and limping and had to see a vet. I pet mom on the head softly saying to her, "sorry mom, I can not take you until I find your babies" and it would break my heart to leave her behind as she cried as I pulled off in the car. Well, maybe somehow mom understood me, because the following day when I arrived, mom had two kittens on the porch with her, as to say, "I brought the kittens, now can I have a home again?" I was overjoyed in seeing them, especially with such fat little bellies, mom had been doing a great job at caring for them. But I still doubted, did she have more somewhere. I searched all around the porch and allies looking again, not knowing what to do. I decided to grab mom and kittens and put them in the car while I finished my feeding rounds. 90 minutes later, I returned to the same porch where I grabbed mom, thinking if she had more kittens she would run to nurse them. I pulled mom out of the car and sat her down on that same curb. She stayed at my feet and would not move. I carried her back up to the porch, and sat on the steps and began to wait. Mom, curled up next me, and began to stretch and curl into that ball they do so well. She seemed so content, moreso that I have ever seen her. After a long wait I lifted mom into my arms and held her like a baby as she began to purr and nuzzle my hand as I pet her gently. I looked down at her sweet face, and said. "you know mom, its time for you and your kittens to leave the streets. You deserve to have a home again. one where you are loved. I carried mom to the car, where she crawled on my lap and slept peacefully. I might have helped a cat that day, but mom helped my heart. Every life counts and every animal deserves a loving safe home, they do care, they do love and they do feel, and sometime we need to be reminded of that. Mom will probably be a failure for me to send to a rescue. But thats ok
Posted on: Mon, 24 Jun 2013 07:42:53 +0000
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