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Little gray foundling--nice ending
Hubby was very surprised one night when he walked into one of the
buildings at the waste water treatment plant where he works. Imagine it's 3:00 AM, and you are alone on weekend duty, with the gates locked, and you enter a small dark building and hear......thump, thump, thump, raow! You hit the switch for light but there is nothing out of the ordinary to see, so you walk over to the ladder that goes down about two stories, and you see a little gray fluff ball laying on the concrete at the bottom of the ladder. Horrified that the kitten was startled and fell because you entered the room, you climb down the ladder to pick up the poor creature, only to find that it is Ok. No broken bones. Eyes focusing just fine. No blood. Just a very friendly, trembling, too skinny, dirty, slightly wet kitten who purrs loudly in your arms. Now comes the hard part. You have to climb the ladder while holding that squirming, dirty, wet kitten with needles for claws. Of course your shirt gets filthy before you finish your climb. Ok, maybe that wasn't the hard part. You realize this kitten is totally lost and alone, and it may have internal injuries. It definitely hasn't been eating much because it is way too skinny. And it hasn't stopped trembling so it could be chilled or in shock. You know you have to call your wife and warn her the kitten is coming home with you. Oh yeah, don't forget you already have three cats at home who won't appreciate that you just can't leave a baby creature in need to die where you found it. Ok, life is good. The wife didn't blow a gasket when you called, and she even says she will get things ready at home. Now to find an empty box to carry the little critter in. Put the kitten in a small room, and search through three or four other rooms, in other buildings, to find a box that is bigger than the kitten. Now find tape and something sharp enough to make a few small holes in the box. Return to the room with the kitten in it and take off your filthy t-shirt, put it in the box, make some air holes in the box, put kitten in, put kitten back in, put kitten back in again, and tape it closed. Finish your shift at 5:00 AM, take kitten home, make some kitten formula to feed it, find out the kitten is already weaned and get some canned food out for it. Quarantine the kitten until "morning", and get some sleep. By the way, the kitten was a male, solid medium gray with a little pale silvery gray on his muzzle and a small silvery gray blaze on his chest. His eyes were greenish gray and he looked like he would be a long hair adult. And he ate like a little vacuum. He gained weight in just a few days and he played with some toys we gave him. He seemed thrilled to be warm and well fed. He didn't have any fleas, at least none were found by the flea comb, and he seemed healthy, but we kept him in quarantine anyway. Made calls to locate a new home. Fed kitten several times. Go buy more kitten food. Made more calls. And finally found someone who was looking for a new cat. We took the kitten on a 60 mile trip one Saturday morning to meet it's new owner at a vet's office. She wanted to have a vet look it over before she agreed to keep it. He passed the physical with flying colors and not a flea or mite on him. We had even had him long enough to get him up to normal weight. He quickly wormed his way into the heart of the mother of the girl who owns him (important since they live together), and that says a lot for his personality. His new name is Sir Wellsley. They have had several cats, but all were full grown when they were picked out at the ASPCA, so a kitten was a new experience for them. Sir Wellsley spent his youth terrorizing the other resident animals, two cats and one small dog. He still lives there. Fat, happy, and all grown up. Debra in VA |
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Awww, what a wonderful story, Debra -- thank you so much for sharing!
Christine "Debra" wrote in message news Hubby was very surprised one night when he walked into one of the buildings at the waste water treatment plant where he works. Imagine it's 3:00 AM, and you are alone on weekend duty, with the gates locked, and you enter a small dark building and hear......thump, thump, thump, raow! You hit the switch for light but there is nothing out of the ordinary to see, so you walk over to the ladder that goes down about two stories, and you see a little gray fluff ball laying on the concrete at the bottom of the ladder. Horrified that the kitten was startled and fell because you entered the room, you climb down the ladder to pick up the poor creature, only to find that it is Ok. No broken bones. Eyes focusing just fine. No blood. Just a very friendly, trembling, too skinny, dirty, slightly wet kitten who purrs loudly in your arms. Now comes the hard part. You have to climb the ladder while holding that squirming, dirty, wet kitten with needles for claws. Of course your shirt gets filthy before you finish your climb. Ok, maybe that wasn't the hard part. You realize this kitten is totally lost and alone, and it may have internal injuries. It definitely hasn't been eating much because it is way too skinny. And it hasn't stopped trembling so it could be chilled or in shock. You know you have to call your wife and warn her the kitten is coming home with you. Oh yeah, don't forget you already have three cats at home who won't appreciate that you just can't leave a baby creature in need to die where you found it. Ok, life is good. The wife didn't blow a gasket when you called, and she even says she will get things ready at home. Now to find an empty box to carry the little critter in. Put the kitten in a small room, and search through three or four other rooms, in other buildings, to find a box that is bigger than the kitten. Now find tape and something sharp enough to make a few small holes in the box. Return to the room with the kitten in it and take off your filthy t-shirt, put it in the box, make some air holes in the box, put kitten in, put kitten back in, put kitten back in again, and tape it closed. Finish your shift at 5:00 AM, take kitten home, make some kitten formula to feed it, find out the kitten is already weaned and get some canned food out for it. Quarantine the kitten until "morning", and get some sleep. By the way, the kitten was a male, solid medium gray with a little pale silvery gray on his muzzle and a small silvery gray blaze on his chest. His eyes were greenish gray and he looked like he would be a long hair adult. And he ate like a little vacuum. He gained weight in just a few days and he played with some toys we gave him. He seemed thrilled to be warm and well fed. He didn't have any fleas, at least none were found by the flea comb, and he seemed healthy, but we kept him in quarantine anyway. Made calls to locate a new home. Fed kitten several times. Go buy more kitten food. Made more calls. And finally found someone who was looking for a new cat. We took the kitten on a 60 mile trip one Saturday morning to meet it's new owner at a vet's office. She wanted to have a vet look it over before she agreed to keep it. He passed the physical with flying colors and not a flea or mite on him. We had even had him long enough to get him up to normal weight. He quickly wormed his way into the heart of the mother of the girl who owns him (important since they live together), and that says a lot for his personality. His new name is Sir Wellsley. They have had several cats, but all were full grown when they were picked out at the ASPCA, so a kitten was a new experience for them. Sir Wellsley spent his youth terrorizing the other resident animals, two cats and one small dog. He still lives there. Fat, happy, and all grown up. Debra in VA |
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On Fri, 15 Jul 2005 16:25:56 +0000, Debra wrote:
Hubby was very surprised one night when he walked into one of the buildings at the waste water treatment plant where he works. Imagine it's 3:00 AM, and you are alone on weekend duty, with the gates locked, and you enter a small dark building and hear......thump, thump, thump, raow! You hit the switch for light but there is nothing out of the ordinary to see, so you walk over to the ladder that goes down about two stories, and you see a little gray fluff ball laying on the concrete at the bottom of the ladder. Horrified that the kitten was startled and fell because you entered the room, you climb down the ladder to pick up the poor creature, only to find that it is Ok. No broken bones. Eyes focusing just fine. No blood. Just a very friendly, trembling, too skinny, dirty, slightly wet kitten who purrs loudly in your arms. Now comes the hard part. You have to climb the ladder while holding that squirming, dirty, wet kitten with needles for claws. Of course your shirt gets filthy before you finish your climb. Ok, maybe that wasn't the hard part. You realize this kitten is totally lost and alone, and it may have internal injuries. It definitely hasn't been eating much because it is way too skinny. And it hasn't stopped trembling so it could be chilled or in shock. You know you have to call your wife and warn her the kitten is coming home with you. Oh yeah, don't forget you already have three cats at home who won't appreciate that you just can't leave a baby creature in need to die where you found it. Ok, life is good. The wife didn't blow a gasket when you called, and she even says she will get things ready at home. Now to find an empty box to carry the little critter in. Put the kitten in a small room, and search through three or four other rooms, in other buildings, to find a box that is bigger than the kitten. Now find tape and something sharp enough to make a few small holes in the box. Return to the room with the kitten in it and take off your filthy t-shirt, put it in the box, make some air holes in the box, put kitten in, put kitten back in, put kitten back in again, and tape it closed. Finish your shift at 5:00 AM, take kitten home, make some kitten formula to feed it, find out the kitten is already weaned and get some canned food out for it. Quarantine the kitten until "morning", and get some sleep. By the way, the kitten was a male, solid medium gray with a little pale silvery gray on his muzzle and a small silvery gray blaze on his chest. His eyes were greenish gray and he looked like he would be a long hair adult. And he ate like a little vacuum. He gained weight in just a few days and he played with some toys we gave him. He seemed thrilled to be warm and well fed. He didn't have any fleas, at least none were found by the flea comb, and he seemed healthy, but we kept him in quarantine anyway. Made calls to locate a new home. Fed kitten several times. Go buy more kitten food. Made more calls. And finally found someone who was looking for a new cat. We took the kitten on a 60 mile trip one Saturday morning to meet it's new owner at a vet's office. She wanted to have a vet look it over before she agreed to keep it. He passed the physical with flying colors and not a flea or mite on him. We had even had him long enough to get him up to normal weight. He quickly wormed his way into the heart of the mother of the girl who owns him (important since they live together), and that says a lot for his personality. His new name is Sir Wellsley. They have had several cats, but all were full grown when they were picked out at the ASPCA, so a kitten was a new experience for them. Sir Wellsley spent his youth terrorizing the other resident animals, two cats and one small dog. He still lives there. Fat, happy, and all grown up. Debra in VA That is a very nice story. Purrs for all the furkids. MLB |
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On Fri, 15 Jul 2005 10:43:58 -0600, "Christine Burel" wrote:
Awww, what a wonderful story, Debra -- thank you so much for sharing! Christine Glad you enjoyed it. Debra in VA |
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Debra wrote:
Hubby was very surprised one night when he walked into one of the [snip] Now THAT is the sort of thing we need in here. -- Once a suicide bomber, always a suicide bomber |
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Wonderful. I'm glad he got a great home.
--Fil |
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We took the kitten on a 60 mile trip one Saturday morning to meet it's new owner at a vet's office. She wanted to have a vet look it over before she agreed to keep it. He passed the physical with flying colors and not a flea or mite on him. We had even had him long enough to get him up to normal weight. He quickly wormed his way into the heart of the mother of the girl who owns him (important since they live together), and that says a lot for his personality. His new name is Sir Wellsley. They have had several cats, but all were full grown when they were picked out at the ASPCA, so a kitten was a new experience for them. Sir Wellsley spent his youth terrorizing the other resident animals, two cats and one small dog. He still lives there. Fat, happy, and all grown up. Debra in VA Awwww, I'm glad the little fellow got a home, and that it was a loving forever home. =o) Great story, Debra! Melissa |
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"Debra" wrote Hubby was very surprised one night when he walked into one of the buildings at the waste water treatment plant where he works. AAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW! Why can't they all end like this? Or even just more of them? Purrs Gordon & the TT/FF |
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Wonderful story.
Ann -- read Sam's blog at http://kittens-3.blogspot.com/ see pictures of Sam at http://pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/ann791/my_photos "Debra" wrote in message news Hubby was very surprised one night when he walked into one of the buildings at the waste water treatment plant where he works. Imagine it's 3:00 AM, and you are alone on weekend duty, with the gates locked, and you enter a small dark building and hear......thump, thump, thump, raow! You hit the switch for light but there is nothing out of the ordinary to see, so you walk over to the ladder that goes down about two stories, and you see a little gray fluff ball laying on the concrete at the bottom of the ladder. Horrified that the kitten was startled and fell because you entered the room, you climb down the ladder to pick up the poor creature, only to find that it is Ok. No broken bones. Eyes focusing just fine. No blood. Just a very friendly, trembling, too skinny, dirty, slightly wet kitten who purrs loudly in your arms. Now comes the hard part. You have to climb the ladder while holding that squirming, dirty, wet kitten with needles for claws. Of course your shirt gets filthy before you finish your climb. Ok, maybe that wasn't the hard part. You realize this kitten is totally lost and alone, and it may have internal injuries. It definitely hasn't been eating much because it is way too skinny. And it hasn't stopped trembling so it could be chilled or in shock. You know you have to call your wife and warn her the kitten is coming home with you. Oh yeah, don't forget you already have three cats at home who won't appreciate that you just can't leave a baby creature in need to die where you found it. Ok, life is good. The wife didn't blow a gasket when you called, and she even says she will get things ready at home. Now to find an empty box to carry the little critter in. Put the kitten in a small room, and search through three or four other rooms, in other buildings, to find a box that is bigger than the kitten. Now find tape and something sharp enough to make a few small holes in the box. Return to the room with the kitten in it and take off your filthy t-shirt, put it in the box, make some air holes in the box, put kitten in, put kitten back in, put kitten back in again, and tape it closed. Finish your shift at 5:00 AM, take kitten home, make some kitten formula to feed it, find out the kitten is already weaned and get some canned food out for it. Quarantine the kitten until "morning", and get some sleep. By the way, the kitten was a male, solid medium gray with a little pale silvery gray on his muzzle and a small silvery gray blaze on his chest. His eyes were greenish gray and he looked like he would be a long hair adult. And he ate like a little vacuum. He gained weight in just a few days and he played with some toys we gave him. He seemed thrilled to be warm and well fed. He didn't have any fleas, at least none were found by the flea comb, and he seemed healthy, but we kept him in quarantine anyway. Made calls to locate a new home. Fed kitten several times. Go buy more kitten food. Made more calls. And finally found someone who was looking for a new cat. We took the kitten on a 60 mile trip one Saturday morning to meet it's new owner at a vet's office. She wanted to have a vet look it over before she agreed to keep it. He passed the physical with flying colors and not a flea or mite on him. We had even had him long enough to get him up to normal weight. He quickly wormed his way into the heart of the mother of the girl who owns him (important since they live together), and that says a lot for his personality. His new name is Sir Wellsley. They have had several cats, but all were full grown when they were picked out at the ASPCA, so a kitten was a new experience for them. Sir Wellsley spent his youth terrorizing the other resident animals, two cats and one small dog. He still lives there. Fat, happy, and all grown up. Debra in VA |
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