There is an old saying: “One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.” That is the beginning of the story about three little kittens.
I live out in the country about 10 miles from the nearest town in Wilkes County, Georgia. On my way into town, there is a designated dumpster area with three dumpster boxes. At the back edge of the area is a huge tree that fell about three years ago, during a storm. The tree is still alive, and its uprooted trunk makes a sunken area that catches rain runoff which either dries up or becomes infested with disease-ridden mosquitoes. On three sides of the dumpster site is a wide-open field with only a few trees and cattle occasionally wandering through. On the fourth side are more fields across the road. The closest house is about a half mile away. There is no water source for the cattle, so they do not stay in the area very long.
Around the end of November, the weather took a break from the usual cold rain and high winds. On a rather warm and very sunny day, I went to town and stopped at the local dumpsters. Having trash pick-up is one of the few perks in which people living out in the country don’t often indulge.
As I pulled up to the dumpsters, I noticed two very tiny kittens sitting in the sun. They looked to be possibly six to eight weeks old. One was an orange tabby and the other was a tortoise shell. Being a Crazy Cat Lady at heart, I approached them while making sounds my cats like. The ginger kitten ran and hid, watching from safety. Since most gingers are male and most tortoise shells are female, I figured the obvious.
This was not the first time I found tiny kittens at these dumpsters. For the past two years, some irresponsible cat owner has been throwing away perfectly good kittens, leaving them to fend for themselves until the hawks or coyotes eat them or they die of starvation, thirst, or disease. The first pair were two ginger tabbies. The second pair was a ginger tabby and a Siamese-mix. Most likely from the same mother as the third and newest pair. Seeing this sort of thing makes my blood boil, and I do as much as I am able to help.
They were still there when I took some food to them on December 1st. I mentioned them to a friend who said she knew someone who was interested in them and asked for pictures.
On December 4th, I took my camera to the dumpsters for some pictures of the two little kittens. When I pulled up, I had a great surprise! There were THREE kittens instead of only two; one ginger and two tortoise shells. The two girls could pass as twins, explaining why I didn’t realize there were three kittens.
One tortoise shell was attempting to subdue and wash the other. The second tortoise shell was wiggling like a worm trying to get away and play. The ginger was watching their antics from a few feet away. Because of this, I gave them nicknames: Mopsy was the motherly one. Flopsy was the wiggly one. Cottontail was the brave little boy. I watched them for a few minutes and then spoke to them. They scattered, and ran to cover in the tree.
Having brought them some food, I placed it on the ground, watching them. I noticed that one of the girls had something bright pink on her rear. She was very fast and hid too quickly for me to see exactly what it was. I prayed it was only something stuck to her, but I feared the worst. When I saw her again on the highest part of the tree trunk, the pink was not visible. Mopsy allowed me to approach her and almost let me touch her. Another car drove up and scared her away.
When I got home, I immediately contacted my vet. They suggested I get in touch with LC Paws on Facebook and that is what got the ball rolling for the rescue of the Three Little Kittens. I was very concerned for the kittens’ safety because the weather was turning harsh and there was no refuge for them from the runoff water or the heavy winds that would be moving in that evening. The temperatures were supposed to drop to freezing over the next few days.
I went back on December 7th with some meat for them. Using a piece of meat, I was able to coax Mopsy to within about a foot from my extended fingers. She was close enough for me to toss the meat to her. Immediately, she started to devour it, proving they were starving. Flopsy tried to sneak up close while keeping an eye on me. She was hungry too. Cottontail was hiding and only peeked out from under the tree.
I left a message for someone to contact me through Facebook and got an immediate reply. After explaining the situation to Rescue Lady, we agreed that something needed to be done right away. A severe storm was coming, and the kittens did not have adequate shelter.
Rescue Lady went to the dumpsters on December 8th. Shortly after placing the traps, Mopsy and Flopsy were caught, and Rescue Lady was able to take them home. She came back later that evening and left the trap overnight with a makeshift cover to attempt to divert the rain. Cottontail was waiting for her the next morning. Poor Cottontail! It was pouring down rain, and he was very wet.
December 9th, all three kittens are now safe and out of the rain. Rescue Lady has a lovely catio at her home and made sure it would be cozy for the kittens. She then confirmed my fears about Flopsy’s tail. It was injured, had no hair on it at all, and needed to be examined by the vet.
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Rescue Lady said that the vet bills for Mopsy, Flopsy, and Cottontail are being paid by Stray Cat Outreach. The purpose of this fundraiser is to reimburse the wonderful people at Stray Cat Outreach so that they will be able to help more animals in need.
We set the goal of $1,000.00 to cover all possible medical expenses for the Three Little Kittens Who Lost More Than Their Mittens. Any monies exceeding the bills for these three kittens will be spent on other animals in need.
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