As I was driving down our road yesterday morning and passing by the two large trash cans towards the end of our street, I suddenly heard the all too familiar kitten’s cry. I stopped the car, paused for a moment to think and drove back to the trash.
You see, THIS is one of the most PAINFUL things one can come across when living in this, otherwise beautiful, country.
‘What’s wrong mom? What did you forget? asked Yiannis
‘I am not sure honey, I ll tell you in a moment’. The truth is I knew exactly what was wrong but I was trying to find the right words to explain the unthinkable to my 6-year-old.
EVIL in its purest form.
Someone had taken three baby kittens, had put them into a REEBOK cardboard box and had thrown them in front of the trash can. I wonder, does this person sleep well at night?
I exited the car, lifted the box and put it into the trunk of my car. S H I T. What do I do know?
Benny got all too exited and I quickly realized that they would never survive at my place. You see Benny would never hurt my kids, but cats….that is a whole different story.
I drove back home, left Benny in the garden and drove off to my parents house. I rang the bell, carried the box to the front door, showed it to my father and told him: ‘DAD, we HAVE A PROBLEM’.
You see, we have been there before. One of the cats we had adopted over the years had been rescued by my sister who had found him in the trash.
A few years ago we tried to rescue 6 puppies (who had been squeezed to fit into in an ice cream family pack box) while bottle feeding them day and night only to watch them die, one after the other.
We were all TOO familiar with such acts of ????
I started frantically calling, texting and posting onto Facebook pages in order to find someone to take care of them until they were safe enough to live on their own. I would have done it myself, had the circumstances been different. Apart from Benny, the cat menace, N. is allergic to cats (and pollen & dust & insect bites & ….you get the idea).
After a few hours and a few feedings later I managed to reach my neighbor P., who is probably one of the pet friendliest people on the planet. After I poured my heart out to her and asked for her help she promised she would call L., a dear friend of hers who has dedicated her whole life to rescuing stray animals and see if she could help out.
Half an hour later I received THE CALL.
L. told me she had found a solution to our problem. A friend of hers had found an abandoned cat who was lactating and missing her kittens. She had brought her to the vet and he had prescribed some pills to stop the lactation. She was just about to give her the pill when L. phoned her up.
A MATCH MADE IN HEAVEN.
Will we find a permanent home for them? I don’t know. The only thing I do know is that for now they are safe.
Until next time