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Old July 15th 05, 05:25 PM
Debra
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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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Old July 15th 05, 05:43 PM
Christine Burel
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Awww, what a wonderful story, Debra -- thank you so much for sharing!
Christine
"Debra" wrote in message
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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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Old July 15th 05, 05:54 PM
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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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Old July 15th 05, 05:56 PM
Debra
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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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Old July 15th 05, 07:39 PM
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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.
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Old July 15th 05, 07:40 PM
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Wonderful. I'm glad he got a great home.

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Old July 15th 05, 11:39 PM
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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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Old July 16th 05, 12:09 AM
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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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Old July 16th 05, 01:11 AM
Ann
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Wonderful story.
Ann

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"Debra" wrote in message
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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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