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At last - we've found a use for KFC

Anyone who knows me will know I’m a sucker for cats and kittens.  But who isn’t?

Often on holiday I’ve encountered unfortunate stray cats or kittens but have been completely at a loss as to how to help them improve their lot. 

Lunching at the Fisherman’s Market & Grill in La Quinta earlier this week, Alan & I were disturbed to see a small grey kitten with a broken front leg begging around the tables.  Even worse when the staff there told us it had been hanging around for a couple of months & had been hit by a car a week or so earlier.  They said they’d been unable to catch it (how hard can it be to catch a kitten with a broken leg I asked myself – little did I know how resourceful & resilient feral cats can be) & that they’d then been waiting for its leg to get a bit better before they had another go.  I did what I could at the time – which was to hand over a large portion of my crab salad to the kitten...well he was crying rather pathetically and staring up at me with his big yellow eyes.  I knew this would be the start of sleepless nights for Alan if we couldn’t make this right.

Luckily we know desert-dwelling legendary cat rescuers, Leigh and David Kirk.  Tuesday we set off for La Quinta armed with a cat trap, sturdy cat catching gloves and a towel that Leigh had somehow managed to get a person in the cashier queue in Walmart to donate to her.  Kitty was a no show but we set the trap and hoped for the best.  No luck on Tuesday.  Afterwards we realised the cat was too smart to enter a cat trap containing standard cat food when he was used to feasting on fresh salmon and half & half several times a day – that’s what the good people of the restaurant were fuelling him with.  Back Wednesday at noon – again no cat but a decent lunch.  Back again Wednesday night where we were delighted to find a family holidaying from Santa Fe in New Mexico had been out & bought a cat trap & were also trying to catch our elusive moggy.  This time around, however, Leigh was armed with a secret weapon.  Original recipe Kentucky Fried Chicken.  Cats cannot resist it.  (Good to know it has some use I guess.)  And she was right.  A mere hour and a half and numerous near misses later the kitten was in the trap & heading home with his new family, eventually (after a long overdue visit to the vet) to join their 9 dogs, 5 other cats and a herd of goats on their 6 acre smallholding in Santa Fe.  Small salmon-eating grey, you are one lucky kitten.

Well done Leigh and all the other good people who tirelessly try and make a difference both practically and by lobbying for changes in legislation.  Belated thanks also to the Colonel for his secret recipe!  Please post up your rescue cat stories – you know we all love to hear them.

 

PS Leigh's not for profit is called Forever Meow if you want to help out or make a donation.

 

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Kitten love is good love...introducing Jellytot

In the midst of today’s miserable CSR10 announcements & in view of the bad press there’s been recently about people putting cats in bins etc I thought I’d give you Jellytot’s story today – I know it’s a bit different from my usual blog but I figure everyone could do with cheering up & with a different type of news today.  Some of you already know the story – but you’ll still enjoy the pictures!

Just over 2 weeks ago, I was driving home after dropping my goddaughter off.  I was taking the back country roads as a major new bypass is under construction between Dungannon & Ballygawley – so I was way off my usual well-trodden route.  Driving along I spotted a small black kitten crouching on the road – he had enormous big luminescent eyes & seemed to be in a catatonic trance.  I pulled over next to him in the Fig & looked at him out of my window, wondering what I should do.  However, there were a few houses back from the road & I thought – maybe he does this all the time.  50 yards further on around the next bend, I saw what I believe to be his mother lying dead on the road – she’d been hit by a car probably moments before.

You can guess the rest – I turned the Fig around in short order & went back.  I knew if I didn’t pick him up the next car along would take him as the next victim and I wasn’t prepared to have that as the outcome.  I scooped him up & he sat next to me on the passenger seat – looking up at me with those big eyes.  He was a tiny scrap (vet said he was prob 4 or 5 weeks old) as you can see from the pic of Olivia holding him.

I just photographed him again now – relaxing on his blanket – belly full of treats & kitten milk – still staring straight at me.  The bond is strong already & he ain’t going anywhere – tiny menace that he is – this is one kitten who’s landed on his feet.

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