Days Thirty Eight, Thirty Nine and Forty-Bye Bye

This is the last blog post for a while...all is well. Our baby kitties are growing like weeds, gaining weight, fat and sassy, all leggy as they grow into teener kitties. They are enjoying their area so much and we love them so much we cannot imagine life without them. On July 28, 2006 we released Mama Kitty and the two kittens into the wild again. To many, this seemed like a contraversial move, but where we live, there are limited options for rescue and none for feral animals.Of course, the best case scenario would be for them to find fabulous homes and live indoors, like our cats....but we couldn't do that to mama, having her search endlessly for those babies she loved so much. She was much too wild to be adopted, and her babies would bear the stigma, too. We were told by all the places we contacted that they would be put to sleep. We had to give them a chance.

We scoped out the place, a beautiful park/wildland area, with lots of water, food and shelter available. We brought with us a large tupperware container that had perforated holes, about 4 foot across, inverted it and brought their blankie and left it there for the kitties to rest. When Mama Kitty saw the door to the cage was open, she hesitated, looked at us and then went for it. She didn't go far, just around the corner, and waited to see what was next. The kitties were confused and scared, so we lifted them gently out and placed them in the container. It had a large opening so Mama Kitty could get in and out easily. They were docile and calm, no clawing or mewing, just interested in what was happening. At four weeks old, they were nice and big, fat and furry. Mama did a great job nursing them. We left then so that Mama could take care of bizness. The next day was a Saturday, and I went out early, around 11 am to check on them. To my surprise, they had set up a huge carnival in the area where we had relocated the kitties. Someone had thrown a jacket over the container. I talked to a lady nearby who said that she had been there all day and when she got there there was only one kitty, the tiger one, in the container. A little girl fell in love with her and adopted her. No sign of Mama Kitty or the other kitten, but then we didn't expect to see them.

Now they are free, like they were meant to be, born free, live free. And to us, being a small part of that, was awesome. God will take care of the rest.