As my daughter and I headed out today, I saw a cat crossing from the unoccupied farm across the road from us, stopped in the middle of the road.
Sniffing at another cat on the road, before moving on.
At which point, I stopped and walked over to take a look.
Sure enough, it was a cat that had been hit by a car. It had been there long enough for there to be… damage, shall we say… making it hard to identify the cat, but it looked an aweful lot like Poirot.
We saw Poirot yesterday, but did we see her while doing the morning feeding? I couldn’t remember, but if we had seen her this morning, it was unlikely she was this cat. My older daughter had helped, so we messaged her and she couldn’t remember early, but promised to keep an eye out while her sister and I continued with our errands. She did confirm seeing her kittens sleeping in the sun room, but did not see Poirot.
We got back late enough to do second outside cat feeding of the day. It was, as always, a commotion of hungry cats and kittens. I managed to close up all the kittens in the sun room so they could have their cat soup without being pushed away by larger cats.
Miss Lemon, Captain Hastings and Inspector Japp had their fill, along with Grommet, Eyelet, Sir Robin and Havarti. We have gone from 11 kittens to 7, and we know what happened for sure with only one of them.
I messaged the Cat Lady about the potential situation during one of our stops. I’ve been sending her photos of Eyelet as well, because he reminds me so much of Button – and is very photogenic! She is going to try and find a home for him. The chances might be better with a kitten with such striking eyes.
Once I was sure enough, I also messaged the large animal rescue that was going to take in Poirot and her kittens. I’m sure they will still take her kittens. At more than 7 weeks, they can be weaned pretty safely. They are so tiny, though, I’m sure they’ll have vets thinking they are much young. I do, however, have photographic proof that they were born on May 4th.
Crud. We weren’t able to completely socialize her, but Poirot was such a sweet cat. She would have made a great ambassador for colonies such as ours at the rescue.
*sigh*
The Re-Farmer
The Re-Farmer 