She never had a name.
I did not intend to keep her, so how could I name her?
But, she will have a place in my heart forever, this darling, sweet little angel. I rescued her from under the granary where her mother, a feral cat, had 6 kittens. Two other cats had kittens nearly a week apart, one under the porch and the other under the granary too. I wonder if one of the cats who had kittens is her kitten from last year? There are two female tortoise shell coated cats and one male living under the granary, I don't know how or if they will make the winter. They eat dog food when they are not adequately fed from their hunting and they could sleep with the dogs if they dared. Actually, Mike and Joe most likely would not mind and they are very big and fuzzy and warm. But they don't sleep with the dogs. There are several houses they could go into.
The kitten was hiding out when I managed to capture all the rest of them, 9 in total. She stayed impossible to catch for some time and one day, she was in a 5 gallon bucket eating and I snagged her quickly. She bit, scratched, hissed, tore up my hand pretty rapidly, but I would not let her go. The dogs are fed in 5 gallon buckets to keep the ravens and magpies from eating their food. The birds do not like to go in the buckets. Finally, I found a solution that works for now.
When I caught the kitten I put her in a huge dog kennel, bit enough for Ofcharka to move around in. I gave her food and water and a litter tray and saw her every day. For three weeks, she remained crazy wild, but then I think she got lonely. I opened the door to the kennel one day and she did not hiss at me. I picked her up and she did not bite or scratch. She purred!
So, for the next week, I would carry her around with me while I was doing chores. It was getting cold during the nights and I brought inside to the porch. At first she hid whenever I came in, then she started running to me, always purring. She slept with Robbie, the border collie and she played with bits of things she found and tried to catch flies. But she always purred non stop whenever I held her. She snuggled and cuddled and was so loving, I really wanted to keep her. I started to envision her as the house cat, or rather, the porch cat, but then I would have to spay her and I still had two female cats to catch if I could. It was not feasible to consider keeping her. Still....
I advertised her on the local Facebook page and there was a taker. I was both elated and deflated. My little purring, sweet, nameless kitten was going. When she was picked up, I told the kitty I loved her and I do. I hope she has a great life and is loved as much as she was here. Bye baby kitten. I love you.
I did not intend to keep her, so how could I name her?
But, she will have a place in my heart forever, this darling, sweet little angel. I rescued her from under the granary where her mother, a feral cat, had 6 kittens. Two other cats had kittens nearly a week apart, one under the porch and the other under the granary too. I wonder if one of the cats who had kittens is her kitten from last year? There are two female tortoise shell coated cats and one male living under the granary, I don't know how or if they will make the winter. They eat dog food when they are not adequately fed from their hunting and they could sleep with the dogs if they dared. Actually, Mike and Joe most likely would not mind and they are very big and fuzzy and warm. But they don't sleep with the dogs. There are several houses they could go into.
The kitten was hiding out when I managed to capture all the rest of them, 9 in total. She stayed impossible to catch for some time and one day, she was in a 5 gallon bucket eating and I snagged her quickly. She bit, scratched, hissed, tore up my hand pretty rapidly, but I would not let her go. The dogs are fed in 5 gallon buckets to keep the ravens and magpies from eating their food. The birds do not like to go in the buckets. Finally, I found a solution that works for now.
When I caught the kitten I put her in a huge dog kennel, bit enough for Ofcharka to move around in. I gave her food and water and a litter tray and saw her every day. For three weeks, she remained crazy wild, but then I think she got lonely. I opened the door to the kennel one day and she did not hiss at me. I picked her up and she did not bite or scratch. She purred!
So, for the next week, I would carry her around with me while I was doing chores. It was getting cold during the nights and I brought inside to the porch. At first she hid whenever I came in, then she started running to me, always purring. She slept with Robbie, the border collie and she played with bits of things she found and tried to catch flies. But she always purred non stop whenever I held her. She snuggled and cuddled and was so loving, I really wanted to keep her. I started to envision her as the house cat, or rather, the porch cat, but then I would have to spay her and I still had two female cats to catch if I could. It was not feasible to consider keeping her. Still....
I advertised her on the local Facebook page and there was a taker. I was both elated and deflated. My little purring, sweet, nameless kitten was going. When she was picked up, I told the kitty I loved her and I do. I hope she has a great life and is loved as much as she was here. Bye baby kitten. I love you.
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