Kunta Kitteh, Mewlatto, and Predicate.
This is from early September 2013.
In June 2013 we were driving home at night and had just hit the unpaved road in the woods (we live way out in the sticks) when I saw this little guy in the center of the road. My brother got out to move him and the kitten was just screaming loudly in terror.
People tend to just abandon their pets and this one was small enough that we think he was still nursing age.
We had recently lost a couple of cats to cancer and my brother just can’t resist
pussy kittens, so we brought him home and named him Mewlatto.
He’s a very adorable and snuggly kitten.
This is Imhotep. We found him in the road in front of the DMV. He was absolutely terrified, filthy, lost, and alone.
I got out of the car to move him to safety and instead of running away, he mewed and crawled over to me. He was practically begging me to rescue him.
It was right before a hurricane was about to hit and we couldn’t just leave him to die so we brought him home.
We cleaned him up and got him healthy.
Crap quality photo of Ginger shortly after her surgery. I know it looks like I’m strangling her, but I was gently holding her head still so I could get a picture with my crap webcam.
This was before the stitches were removed.
Ginger before her enucleation surgery.
She was a stray kitten who’s mother had been abandoned. My 89 year old friend had been feeding the neighborhood strays but he passed away.
Ginger used to run from me even though I brought food, but she became so ill from an eye infection that I was able to catch her— unfortunately it was too late to save her eye.
Her eyeball had no feeling and she was so happy to be in a warm house on my bed that she kept trying to snuggle the dead eyeball against my face.
At first the vet didn’t think she was going to make it because she was so thin and sick, but I gave her a lot of TLC and within a few days she was well enough for the surgery.
Aww. The poor baby. I wonder what injured him. I’m glad that he found a home.
This resonates with me because I have a one-eyed kitty as well. Her mother was a very friendly house cat that was abandoned by her owner. My elderly friend was feeding her and a group of semi-feral cats that were either abandoned by their owners (some were just dumped and some had owners who died) or were the offspring of those cats.
Sadly my friend died suddenly after surgery to remove some cancer. He was 89. Shortly after he died, Orange Blossom (the name we gave to the abandoned cat) had a litter of kittens. I continued to feed the kitties because my friend would not have wanted them to starve to death. The little orange kittens were skittish and I couldn’t catch them but one day, I noticed that the one I called Ginger was very ill and her eye seemed to be shut. I managed to catch her and clean it (as I had done with kittens before, the cleaning seemed to help). But she got worse and the eye started to bulge. I won’t get in to gory detail but she ended up nearly dying and I had to take her home to get her healthy enough for enucleation surgery.
Shortly thereafter I caught her brother because he had a severe ear infection and started walking in circles and falling down (it took me a few days to catch him). I took him to the vet and got him treated and brought him home to be with his sister.
They are just two of the now 14 cats that I have.
Ginger, Rupert, and Predicate
I <3 kitties.