Kitten caboodle.

11-18-14

Here is a warm fuzzy for this cold, Winter-like evening. Tonight, in the snowy Rochester, New York area, an 8-year-old girl is snuggling up with a fuzzy little Tuxedo kitten courtesy of my friend Carol.

My high school friend, Carol, now lives in Honeoye Falls, New York. The edge of her backyard is a large wooded area where deer often appear in the morning looking for food. Carol caters to the wild birds by feeding them and providing a birdbath as well, plus she fosters many feral cats all year around. One Mama cat ensures each new litter of kittens stays on the deck where they can partake in unlimited kitten chow and fresh water. Like she does each Fall, long before the snow and brutal weather arrived, Carol placed her heavy shelters on the deck for Mama and her little ones to live. The shelters are lined with heated warming pads, and food and water is placed in heated dishes nearby. When Carol is satisfied her charges are warm and fed, she goes inside the house to tend to her own three cats: Smudge, Harley June and Dudley.

The neighbors all know that any cat or kitten on the loose must be one of Carol’s feral gang, so often they just drop ‘em off. Sometimes she will come out on her deck in the morning to find a new face … still another mouth to feed.

On Devil’s Night there was loud knocking on Carol’s front door and she answered to find a neighbor with a tiny Tuxedo kitten in the palm of his hand. “Here” he said as he handed it over … “I found it on my porch and I don’t know what to do with it” and then he turned and left. Well, Carol shut the door and set to work on this tiny kitten. It was weak and not very responsive. She wanted to keep it segregated from her own cats, who are not allowed outside except in their kennels or on their harnesses. She wrapped the wee one in a blanket, then pushed two old cat carriers together for a makeshift kennel and put a donut bed inside with a few layers of fleecy blankets. Next, she filled a small baby bottle with canned milk. Cradling her charge, she got the kitten to finish most of the bottle, and it fell asleep in her arms. She placed it in the carrier and shut the light, saying a prayer it would last the night, then wrote about this event on Facebook.

The next morning Carol unzipped the mesh opening to the carrier and out bounced the kitten. She played and cuddled with it and then gave it a bottle and a toy and posted the good news on Facebook.

Within a few days, the kitten was 100% healthy and very energetic and playful. We all were regaled by its antics and Carol posted the above picture to show off the cute little boy and asked for names for him. We all applauded her efforts, contributed a name or two and suggested Carol might as well welcome him to the family. She responded with a resounding “no way” and reinforced that statement by calling the nearby Lollypop Farm Humane Society to advise she was fostering a healthy kitty named Dewey that was soon ready to be adopted.

Carol took Dewey yesterday for his first shots and tonight he went to his furever home … Carol packed up the whole kit and caboodle, which included all of Dewey’s possessions he amassed in 2 ½ weeks: a donut bed, a scratching post, a leash and harness, his favorite kitten chow, and … oh yes, all the toys he liked to play with during his stay at Carol’s. Lots of love went out to this lucky little guy.

Little Dewey’s life was spared a few weeks ago thanks to one kindly nurturing soul named Carol McCrellias and now his good fortune will continue with a little girl who will cuddle him and call him her very own.

You cannot do a kindness too soon, for you never know how soon it will be too late.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson

About lindasschaub

This is my first blog and I enjoy writing each and every post immensely. I started a walking regimen in 2011 and decided to create a blog as a means of memorializing the people, places and things I see on my daily walks. I have always enjoyed people watching, and so my blog is peppered with folks I meet, or reflections of characters I have known through the years. Often something piques my interest, or evokes a pleasant memory from my memory bank, and this becomes a “slice o’ life” blog post that day. I respect and appreciate nature and my interaction with Mother Nature’s gifts is also a common theme. Sometimes the most-ordinary items become fodder for points to ponder over and touch upon. My career has been in the legal field and I have been a legal secretary for over three decades, primarily working in downtown Detroit, and now working from my home. I graduated from Wayne State University with a degree in print journalism in 1978, although I’ve never worked in that field. I like to think this blog is the writer in me finally emerging!! Walking and writing have met and shaken hands and the creative juices are flowing once again in Walkin’, Writin’, Wit & Whimsy – hope you think so too.
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