The kittens keep coming...

I keep naively thinking that since it's November the rescuing will slow down but this week that wasn't the case.  Katie, my vet tech, discovered a litter of kittens living at an autobody shop and my team swung into action to get them out of the cold.  I couldn't have helped them without Joanne and Susan.

Katie took a trap up to the guy feeding them and on the first day he caught two.  Joanne drove over and got them and stashed them in her bathroom, and the very next day the other two were trapped and rejoined their siblings.  Joanne took care of them for a few days and had them vetted and today Susan their foster mom picked them up.    Susan was fostering four other kittens but they moved on this week so she thankfully had space.

It's always gratifying to rescue kittens but it's especially satisfying at this time of the year.

Just as that was all taken care of, and I breathed a sigh of relief, another situation presented itself.  I was feeding the colony yesterday and Clayton who works in the yard, came over to tell me that a friendly cat had shown up.  I finished feeding and went over and sure enough a little black cat ran out, so friendly, and painfully thin.  Luckily I had a carrier in the car so in she went.  But then I had no clue what to do with her, no foster homes available, no room at my inn, so I took her to the vet for boarding and vetting as a start.

She didn't appear well so we ran some bloodwork and did an x-ray, little Sophie now Peyton, about five years old, had kidney failure, anemia and an infection.  One theory was pyrometra if she was unspayed.  I left her there for the night after paying a hefty bill, and tried to figure out what to do.

After some emails, the THS, who I have a good relationship with, agreed to take her.  At least she will get the medical attention she needs, and possible surgery,  and then they will find her a home, two things I can't provide right now.  Too many rescues, too many cats in foster homes.  I was sad to say goodbye to such a sweet cat but know it was for the best and she will be fine.  I'm just thankful she found her way to us, no way she would have survived the winter with those kind of issues.

That's the third tame black cat found around our colony in the last couple of months.  Sometimes I hate people, and anyone who could dump a cat, well it's beyond my comprehension.