#100HappyDays :: Day 95

A kitten finally sprung from the fixator in her leg.  Maybe I would get a better picture if we could get her to sit still!  Notice the bell around her neck, it is the only way we can keep track of her, she is that fast!  I guess four weeks in a kennel results in masses of pent up kitten energy.  Happy that we now get to see her personality unleashed.

#100HappyDays :: Day 74

A house with a kitten will put a happy moment in any day!

#100HappyDays :: Day 66

Yesterday we brought home this little one.  She was turned into us last week by a good Samaritan who saw her get shot with a high powered bee bee gun, then run out in the street and get hit by a car.

She has a badly broken leg, broken in three places, but B was able to remove the bullet from a precarious place and pin all three fractures, so now we just wait to see how it heals.  She is a little love, and in true kitten style is far too active for her injury so needs to spend any time not being doted on confined to her kennel.  Though sooner than we were prepared to take on a new cat, sometimes the timing picks you.

Kismet, Karma & Kittens

When we were at the Alisal last week, there were two little barn kittens that found their way to my parents cabin and into Sidney's lap.

While we were eating our supper on the porch on the fourth, I began to hear a high pitched mew and told Sid that she should go investigate it.  There began hours upon hours of operation gain kitten's trust. 

 
In the last two days she spends hours at a time covered in an insect repellant smothered sweatshirt feeding, coaxing, and enjoying silent companionship with a baby no more than 6-8 weeks of age who is living in the wooded area around the homestead.

Her patience is simply amazing.  The hours spent seem to be paying off and strides are being made.

Maybe it is karma or some kitten kismet, that our possible new barn kitty looks so much like the ones that befriended Sid while we were on vacation.

Barn Life

 Yesterday evening as we were walking the property a mew came form the barn.  We saw a kitten, probably 5 months old bouncing back and forth between wanting attention and wanting to stay away.  We talked to her as she darted under the floorboards of the barn, but couldn't quite coax her out.  The kids went  to play with the two new hens we received Thursday night (yet another story), and also heard the kitten yowl, but couldn't get her out.

A few hours passed and late in the evening we heard a persistent mewing on our front porch (quite a distance from the barn and immediately after watching American Horror Story).  Guess who had followed?  Sid went out with food and hung out with a very friendly and obviously in heat kitten.  We told her that if she stuck around this feline would be a barn kitten wholly. Our house cat doesn't tolerate new housemates well.  In fact, once years ago, he "marked" my brother in laws suitcase as an intruder.  This concept accepted, Sidney headed to bed and I relived a moment of years ago... like letting a young baby cry themselves to sleep, I heard this little one outside the door, until she thought better of it and headed back for the comfort of the barn in the cold night.

Interesting, as news comes to us of the not so distant ending of a life, our beloved dog Puck, a new little one is seemingly thrust upon us.