This is my one rescue rule, (and one day will be a title of a book) and one I hold inviolate. Yesterday, on a simple trip to the nursery to order 5 black night butterfly bushes, I ended up with a 5 week old kitten that was 3/4 to the way to dead. The nursery staff had found her crying in their hydrangeas. They brought her in and intended to keep her. When they showed her off to me I automatically did an assessment and it wasn’t good. Anemia, dehydration, upper resp, frail, and so weak she really couldn’t sit without swaying. I stated giving them a to do list because she didn’t have much longer in her current state. Long story short, kitten is rehabbing with me for a long weekend and after a long night, I’m happy to report kitten is not dead this am. She is feeling perkier and ate a huge breakfast. She is now drinking water on her own. The L-Lysine I gave her for her upper resp has kicked in and green gungus has stopped flowing like a river from her eyes and nose which, of course encourages the eating and drinking. All systems appear to be normal and because she’s on the evo can, no diarreha from the diet change. Barring anything else perking, I think she’s going to live.
The only complication- She might be visually impaired which might explain why she was in that situation in the first place. She also just might be having blurred vision from the gungus and the dehydration. Time will tell.
I’ve named her Bella. Those who have read Sam’s Creed will know why when I say she’s an impudent little thing. Example one: She stepped in the water dish, spilled that all over creation and then proceeds to hop into her litter box. This results in uncomfortable lumps of litter stuck to her long fur. I pick her up and start grooming her with a flea brush. Takes her about two seconds to figure this out. What does she do? She flops over on her back in my arms and “presents” one at a time her minuscule limbs for me to groom. And this after only knowing me an hour! Laughing
So my reading and or other relaxation time this weekend will consist of reading Ms. Bella’s wishes and fulfilling them while explaining to the rest of the fur babes that she’s in quarantine and “No, she’s not staying and no you can’t cuddle guard, play, carry around on your back, nuzzle, nap with or otherwise interact with the baby.”
Sarah, very tired this am.