August 22, 2007
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Look what the cat dragged in!
This is my cat, Rocky. He’s our big (20 pounds!) baby. He sleeps inside most of the day and roams outside at night. He’s about 9 now, so not as much of a hunter as he once was. He used to keep the yard clear of any moving objects (especially moles and mole crickets! good kitty!!). Every now and then we’ll see some blue jay or mockingbird feathers laying around, but since they spend so much time aggrivating him we figure they are asking for it.
This morning when I went to let him in, I saw a small squirrel laying just outside the kitchen door, on the enclosed patio floor. I thought it was dead. Rocky sat there looking all proud, since he was bringing me a prize. I put him inside and figured I’d deal with the dead squirrel in a few minutes, as I was busy doing something else at the time. When I got back, the squirrel was moving! It wasn’t dead, or even hurt. And then I found a 2nd one! Rocky had to have brought them in, because they can barely crawl around by themselves.
I fed them some soy milk, then called around to see where I could take them. I don’t want the cat eating them. I was directed to our county animal control, but all they would do is destroy them. (Nice way of saying they’d kill them!) So I went to the pet store and bought some formula, an aquarium, some bedding and a couple of baby bottles. Then I found a website that said DO NOT FEED THEM FORMULA if they are dehydrated, which it turns out they are. So back to the store for some pedialyte.
They are the cutest little things! They cling to the bottle nipple like it was mama and then try to suck my fingers when they miss the nipple. They make a really loud squeaking sound, which I guess is how they call their mom, but she’s nowhere to be found. So I guess I’m going to try to keep them alive long enough to wean them.
Since they do have all their fur and their eyes are open they have a better chance of living than if they were younger. But I’m not naming them…yet. Let’s see if they live through the night.
Anyone want a new pet?
Comments (4)
Aww!! I so wish I was there! I can’t believe Rocky actually left something alive!
I’m sitting with them in my lap and Harpo is so curious! He keeps smelling of them.
I’m trying to keep them warm. Apparantly I’m not supposed to feed them if they are cold, which is when they are curled up into a tight ball. Since they seem to stay that way, I’m trying to get them warm enough to give them some more pedialyte.
It reminds of when you found that dirty, bedraggled, homeless mumbler on your front doorstep, cold, shivering, and hungry. You took pity on him, and nursed him back to health. You are a wonderful woman, honey, and I’ll never forget what you did for me.
lol, Greg! I love you!