And I thought I would have nothing interesting to blog about!! Boy, was I mistaken... So a little history before I get to the good story.
Living on a Military Installation, cats are always left behind when a family moves. Lately, there have been many around our block.
Mainly because we live on a corner and they live in the drain thingy in the ground. Well, there was this one very tiny, very very tiny, very friendly kitty that would come up to our door. Well, one un named person, temporarily staying with us, wanted to give little kitty some food. Not a problem. Well..... DUH!!!! When you feed one kitty they ALL come. Some how little kitty, who at this time we were calling Petey, began to sleep in the garage. There were some extremely cold nights and we didn't think she would make it being so tiny left outside. So then "it" had it's own food bowl in the garage, and then it's own place to go potty. Well, Petey began to flourish. I was brave one day and picked "it" up to make sure Petey was a fitting name. Not the case, Petey turned into PITA. Pita began to get really really healthy. So healthy I began to think she was going to be a mommy. No one, but my trusted friend agreed with me. The other day I picked PITA up again and, oh my, could feel she was going to be a mommy. You could feel the little kitties inside kicking and moving. Having the kitties in our garage was NOT an option!!!! IT really was NOT an option!!! A Doctor's Appt. was made for tonight at 7pm for her to get checked out...
Now onto the good stuff!!!
I had a dental appt. yesterday and planned on doing some shopping and having some ALONE time when I was finished since Ted was home with Ethan. Dental appt went well, and I was off to shop.. (Maybe looking for some UGGS on sale) I receive a picture on my cell phone from Ted showing me what he thought was a mouse that our little Mommy Hunter Pita had taken care of. After all, living on our garage that is the least she could do, right??? Well, after looking at the pic and talking to Ted I realized that was NOT a mouse. PITA was having babies!!!!!! I was 45 minutes away, the un named person was 45 minutes away and Ted was home with Ethan and had NO experience with any kind of labor. A bit anxious, to say the least!
THANK GOODNESS for our GREAT, neighbors across the street. They have a new born themselves and she works at a vet clinic, so Ted goes across the street to see what he should do... She very quickly gets baby Wyatt dressed, and marches over with heating pads, blankets and a crate. Talk about being prepared. Well, wouldn't you know PITA decides to have her babies in a great big trash bag filled with clothes to go to The Goodwill. Our Saint of a neighbor, basically brings one of the kitties back to life. It was pushed off to the side and was very cold and stiff. When everything was said and done PITA had 5 kittens, with only 1 not making it. That was the first one born Ted had mistaken for a mouse.
As the night progressed on, it was obvious that the little gray kitty that was found away from Momma was having some trouble eating. After a trip to PetsMart, some kitty formula and a bottle bought, we thought we would be ok. Baby kitty had other plans and still didn't want to eat... So we are off to the 24 hour animal ER! (This is at 11pm with a 45 minutes drive) Baby kitty was making some progress with a medicine dropper by the time we got there. After being quickly checked out and given some sugar water, baby kitty began sucking on the Vet's finger. We were sent home with direction on what to do. The un named animal lover, had set her alarm for every 2 hours to go feed baby kitty and make sure the heating pad was on. Well.... at some point baby kitty decided mommy milk was MUCH better than what we were trying to give her and latched on!!!!!! WOOHOOO!!!!!
So after 6 hours of sleep, my alone time cut short yesterday, a hurting mouth this morning and a 2 year old that thinks he just won the Jackpot because there are baby kitties in the garage, PITA has a whole new meaning.. Pain In The A$$
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