This week, The Great Animal Rescue Chase brings you the story of a young woman in New Zealand who heard a soft meow during her daily jog. You won’t believe the extent of her persistence in tracking the sound and the simple twist of fate that led her to a desperate kitten just as she was about to turn and go home.
By Lesley Tipene
My name is Lesley. I usually take a run 3 or 4 times a week going through our local street alleyways to get to our beach which is about a 20 minute jog from my home. On this one particular day I approached the usual alleyway as normal and could hear this faint crying of a kitten. I stopped called and called but could not work out where the cries were coming from — suddenly they stopped: dead silence.
I must have jumped from fence to fence to try to find where I had heard that crying. Apart from trespassing and the odd dog chasing, I gave up and decided not to continue with my run. I sat in the alleyway for nearly 2 hours, hoping it might make a cry again for me to find it, but it never did.
I Couldn’t Stop Thinking About Those Cries
That afternoon I returned home thinking of the cries from the alleyway. My mind was in overdrive and I couldn’t wait for my husband to return from work so we could both look together. As he arrived, I quickly explained what I had heard and hurried him down to the alleyway where I had heard the crying. We sat there and called and called. Again, nothing.
We made one last walk up the path, then down and decided to head home. We both thought the kitten had died, since it wasn’t hearing our banging and constant calling. As we were leaving, I noticed I had left one of my gloves behind, just halfway up the path. I quickly ran in to grab it, and as I knelt down, there it was again: the crying. I yelled to my husband.
Through a Hole In The Bag – A Kitten Was Crying
We both jumped the fence, which led us to an abandoned flat where in the yard were bags of rubbish which I had noticed when I had jumped that fence the same day. As we approached, the cries were coming from one of the bags. My heart sank and tears flowed, as the kitten had managed to make a hole in the bag to breath and to cry for help. Its siblings weren’t so lucky.
I was disgusted by whoever had the cheek to be so cruel. We took all of the kittens home and buried the ones that did not make it in a nice sunny patch in our backyard and we named them Glory, Heaven and Peace, which I know there little hearts will find.
As for the other kitten, after a vet check, vaccinations and a few days at the clinic, we bought her home and named her Saviour. Maybe we were her saviors, but to us she is ours. She is now a fluffy grey ball of love and is now 3 years old. She is just so beautiful and is our True Love.
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