I had a trap along, because last time I fed, Benji, one of three teen boys out there, was limping and crying. I figured if he wasn't better, I'd need to bring him home. He and Little Black both let me pet them, but I wasn't sure if he'd let me put him in a carrier. So I took the trap.
I get there and take the food over to where there are dishes. As I'm filling them, I hear plaintive crying. I turn around and just as I do, a black kitten shoots out of the darkness and launches herself into my arms.
She won't stop crying but sees the food and tries to reach down to eat it while still in my arms. I look at the other cats, waiting for food, some growling at the little girl, and say, "Who the hell is this little thing?"
I take her in my arms to my car, put her in the trap, load up a plate with wet food and stick it in with her. She immediately turns her attention to inhaling the food.
I go feed the rest of the cats. I bring her home. I had no choice. She was starving, scared and desperate.
She kneads and wants to rest her head in my cupped hand. Once home, she took over my bathroom. She had fleas and worms and a slightly prolapsed rectum, likely from the worms. She was so tired, she finally just slept for 16 hours.
Today I talked to the farm workers who said she showed up almost two weeks back, in the night and was probably dumped and they are probably right since kittens don't roam far from home and certainly not in the drenching storms we've been having here. They gave me permission to give her over to a rescue. KATA has offered to take her on Thursday. I quickly agreed.
I named her Tinkerbell. Tinker for short.
Today she wants to play, be held, play some more, eat and sleep. She's delightful!
|Tink, Tinker, Tinkerbell!|