Bitty, bitty, baby kitty

This past weekend when we arrived at our cabin, the first thing we heard when stepping out of the Jeep was the tiny wails of a little baby kitten.  The sound of a human infant sends me running for the hills, but there is something so heart wrenching about the cry of a tiny baby kitten that just stabs right to my heart.  We searched for it, and eventually found it (a tiny black tabby or marble, not much more than a week old) under a small porch next to the cabin.  This is actually the second litter to be stashed here by a smart mommy who knows how dry (and shaded) that area stays.

We listened to the wails as we unpacked, and then I came out a few more times to check on the little one, and to leave food for mom.  We decided that if mommy did not show up in a few more hours, we were making a run to PetSmart for a bottle and formula and then I hit social channels online to figure out how to handle this.  

I am pretty much a pro at giving large, cranky cats shots and meds at this point, but the idea of bottle feeding a little one was intimidating.  I am fortunate in my friends though as I know a vet, vet tech, and many people who do rescue and foster work for cats and kittens.  One friend kindly pointed me to this site for all the how-tos that one could want:  www.maddiesfund.org/orphaned-kitten-care-how-to.htm

The good news though, is that pretty soon mamma kitty DID come and take care of her baby.  I made sure that there was plenty of food out for her, hoping that would help her stay closer to the baby's hidey spot (and would let the baby cry less for its comfort).  I hope that in a few weeks we will see a little marble or stripey baby bounding around that side yard.

Eventually, we will have to start trapping some of the ferals on the property and getting them fixed.  We are very happy to host a colony, but do not want it getting out of control.

I never did get a photo of the fuzzy jellybean baby, so y'all will have to be content with my knuckleheads avoiding the heat this weekend ;-)