Written by Katerina Salta of Greece
I was out on the balcony, doing my laundry when I heard childrení voices. They were looking at something, talking with excitement and curiosity. “They are dead,” one of them said.
“No, look at this one, it is shaking, they are alive.” another one replied.
I realized they were talking about kittens. I didnít know what to do. I never had a cat, I didnít dislike them but neither was I fond of them. Plus, I was allergic to cats, as I had discovered suddenly through the past few years.
One of the children came back with his mother. They decided to take two of them. The rest of the children were really excited and I thought maybe the whole situation would be easily solved. But unfortunately, the other parents did not agree with their childrenís desire.
And That’s When the Hard Part Began
So I was left there all alone with a box from a fancy pastry shop filled up with nine kittens. They had their eyes shut and the umbilical cord still on their bellies. It was obvious to me a non-stray cat gave birth to them but her “owner” just decided to get rid of them without even giving them the chance to survive. And the chances werenít good; how would they survive without their precious motherís milk?
So I took them without knowing what I had to do. I called the vet, I searched† for information through the Internet. I also discussed it with the owner of the pet shop I go to. I bought special milk and a special bottle. As I found out, I had to prepare the milk and feed them many times per day. I also had to help them to pee by rubbing their bellies softly with a wet piece of cotton, like the mother cat would do by licking them and I had to keep them warm. And I did so with my eyes crying and itchy because of my allergy.
The next day, someone rang my bell. It was the mother with her child, the one who took the two kittens. She told me that one of them died already and she couldnít do this anymore, the other one had already stopped eating, she couldnít go through the same thing again. So there I was with ten kittens…this one little creature was already really weak and didnít make it. It passed away a few hours later.
I Devoted Myself to These Little Ones
So did a lot of the rest…no matter how much I tried, they didnít make it. I was staying home all day to take good care of them. My friends were calling me, inviting me for a coffee, a walk or even to go to the beach. It was summer and it was really really hot! I kept on refusing. I was devoted in their rescue. In the afternoons, I took them with me to the cafe-restaurant where I worked. I checked them over and over again. I would tell the restaurant patrons they had to wait for a little while because I had to feed them. Luckily for me, both my bosses and clients were laughing and didnít kick me out!
But no matter what I did, they kept on passing away, one by one. The vet told me that it wasnít my fault, without their mother feeding them, it was almost impossible for them to survive. But of course I did feel awful and, in the end, I was left in deep grief with just one of them alive. Such an effort and just one survived.
His name is Ovelix and he is 5 years old now. He introduced me to a whole new world: catsí world. I was always a dog person. I couldnít imagine myself having a cat. Now I have three, and I’m enjoying it. Ovelix became my dog’s best friend and he is here comforting me these last 4 months since my precious dog Asterix passed away. But most of all, he is here reminding me of my effort. Trying to keep him and his brothers and sisters alive was one of the most valuable experiences of my life. I learned a great lesson: Donít close your eyes, donít turn your back. We canít save the whole world but we can save some. And we should.
As far as it concerns my allergy to cats? Gone! I still joke by saying that I used homeopathy to cure myself. Not by using any homeopathic medicines but by keeping in my arms my allergyís cause!† Click here to see more rescued ‘babies’
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