I was tinkering in the garage with my wife’s motorcycle, it was already night. This strange, dirty, screaming creature crawled into the garage.
The creature stubbornly crawled around and squealed heart-rendingly. He caught it and pulled it out into the light. Some kind of vampire, at first glance. But a more thorough examination showed the presence of signs of a cat cub) A week or two of age, at most.
What to do?
Damn, what should we do with it? I tried not to pay attention. So he doesn’t leave, he’s been screaming and climbing around for 2 hours. He picked it up and went around looking for his mother. No use. Well, what should I do with it? It won’t let me work normally, it crawls under my feet, I’ll step on it. I planted it in the nearest bushes about 20 meters away. Yeah, right now. With a shaky but confident gait, the creature persistently crawls towards me and hides in the corner of the garage with its drawn-out “meow”.
Well, of course, everyone wants to live. What else is a tiny hungry bundle to do in deserted garages on a cold night? Use every chance, purely on reflexes.
I sat there and yelled for another good hour until I finished work. The mother did not return for him, it became clear that the kitten was abandoned. The decision was quite difficult, but the only correct one) There are already two adult cats at home. I called my wife, told this touching story, and put the gasoline-smelling animal in a box and took it home.
At home, the creature was washed as much as possible with warm water, which was difficult. In the garage, he seems to have found all the existing puddles of oil and gasoline
They fed him warm milk; he still doesn’t know how to lap on his own, but he managed somehow. Wrapped in a warm towel, the kitten calmed down for the first time. The next day we bought a cat pacifier for him and the lunch issue was closed.
On the second day he is already sleeping peacefully on my beard
The kitten turned out to be very beautiful, such a long-legged fluffy one.
His appetite and activity are in perfect order, he chases my cats, who are still afraid of him like fire.
Feeding. He eats every two hours approximately.
Surprisingly, he has almost gotten used to the tray, although sometimes it “fails.”
In general, there are actually a lot of positive emotions for the whole family and joy for the little life saved. And the difficulties of raising... Well, damn it, it's just a kitten, not even a human cub. We will grow it ourselves or give it to friends in good hands once it gets stronger. It's not a question. Leaving him there to die is much more difficult morally, although I understand perfectly well that natural selection, and blah blah blah...
Kindness and peace to everyone!
