I found myself in a very unusual situation on Tuesday. I was in a vacant house (working) and as I was about to open the door and go out to the backyard I noticed something moving in the middle of the grass. I thought it was a rat and stopped for a moment to observe further. It was squirming. It was a grey color. 'Wait a minute' I thought. That's not a rat. That's a kitten. As I hurriedly opened the door I immediately heard the desperate cries. Here was this little tiny, clearly newborn kitten, in the middle of the backyard crying out for help.
How did it get there? Where could it have come from? It couldn't walk so it didn't bring itself there. I looked all around to see if there was a den somewhere, a mother, other kittens.......nothing. I realized that either the mother didn't want it and brought it there from a neighboring house or maybe some kids decided to play a really dumb trick.
I was so busy that day and the last thing I had time for was to help this poor kitten. For a moment I actually thought "just turn around and walk away and pretend you didn't see it". Then I caught myself. I thought of Audrey, of Jake and of Little Edie. There was NO way I could do that.
I went inside and found a little box, a couple of towels and a plastic baggie. I carefully picked up the kitten, which fit in the palm of my hand, inspected a little - it looked like a boy and still seemed to have the umbilical cord attached. I carefully laid him in the box and wrapped the towel over him. I decided to go to a local rescue and drop it off there. I was sure they would take it in. I made the trip over with the kitten in the box on my passenger seat crying and squirming. The cry was hearty so I thought his chances were good.
Upon arrival the girl there told me they didn't have anyone available who would be able to bottle feed this kitten every two hours to keep it alive. I asked if they had any cats with a little of kittens.....just add one more...... No she said. She pulled out her binder with all her resources and started calling around. "It's kitten season" she said. "It's going to be really hard to find someone".
I was already late for my next appointment and starting to realize this easy solution was not going to be so easy. They wouldn't even let me leave the kitten there. She told me I would have to take it and maybe I should just take it to a shelter but they would most certainly put it down. What??? No way. I was already invested in this and there was no way I was going to hand this kitten over, who was struggling for life, and say "here, go ahead, just kill it."
In a desperate attempt I called Aunt Wanda and explained the situation. She jumped and said her mom could take the kitten in and bottle feed it. She had been wanting a cat so maybe this was meant to be. I raced home with the kitten. The girl at the rescue instructed me to put a heating pad in the box right away because the body temperature was falling and the kitten was really cold. I don't have a heating pad so I put the towel in the dryer and heated up some water which I put in a sturdy zip-lock bag. I but the warmed water in the bottom of the box and wrapped the kitten in the warmed towel. Wanda came and quickly took him and ran to Petco to buy formula.
Phew. Off I went to continue with my day the whole time wondering "why did this happen to me today"?
Wanda called and told me she was sitting in the car at Petco feeding the kitten. 'Ok.....we're off to a good start.' I thought. We all wanted to save this kitten. I told her to keep me updated.
About three hours later Wanda called and told me the kitten didn't make it. She had gotten him home and everyone was there routing for him, fighting over him and they decided to name him Meechi (after me). He ate just a little bit but no more. He died quietly in his sleep wrapped up warmly in a box.
I really don't know he ended up in the backyard of this house or why I found him that day. I'm just happy that we all did what we did. He lived a very short little life but he died surrounded by love instead of laying abandoned on cold, wet grass in the middle of a backyard. We all did our very best to save him and I'm happy for that.
Rest in peace Baby Meechie.......
(This photo is not of baby Meechie. I found it online and it looks very similar to him in color and in size. It is just a representation for this story.)
Today is an historical day. Don't forget to vote. Obama for president and YES on Prop 2!!!!!!!!!
We started celebrating Halloween 2008 a little early this year. Our local pumpkin patch had a really fun dog night. Edie had a blast!! She wore her pumpkin costume. There were other dogs to play with, a trainer to give advice, a pet psychic and even the pupperazzi who took this cute picture. Everyone got a doggie goody bag on the way out.
Here's Edie playing with another dog who was a workman with his toolbelt.
I found myself in a very unusual situation on Tuesday. I was in a vacant house (working) and as I was about to open the door and go out to the backyard I noticed something moving in the middle of the grass. I thought it was a rat and stopped for a moment to observe further. It was squirming. It was a grey color. 'Wait a minute' I thought. That's not a rat. That's a kitten. As I hurriedly opened the door I immediately heard the desperate cries. Here was this little tiny, clearly newborn kitten, in the middle of the backyard crying out for help. 
