Factory Cat Tries ‘Peek-A-Boo’ With Man Attempting Rescue

By Ed Kostro of Illinois

I often wonder if it’s chance or fate that leads me to the homeless animals I meet; and today, I still wonder about the day I first met the furry little face in the loading dock.

I was driving through an industrial area one early autumn morning searching for a lost dog when I happened to stop near an old loading dock behind a factory. As I glanced towards it, a tiny black and white face suddenly peeked out, and then it vanished as quickly as it had appeared.

I got out of my truck, approached the loading dock and peered inside. I couldn’t see or hear anything inside it, but I decided to leave a can of cat food there. I drove off, and when I returned later that day, my food offering had been gratefully devoured. And the tiny furry face that I had seen peeking out of it earlier that day had already been etched into my mind.

I Begin Leaving Food and Water Daily

I soon started visiting that old loading dock quite often after that first day of discovery, leaving food and water there, and the tiny black and white kitten inside it very quickly began to recognize the sound of my truck’s engine. The cute furry little face inside would eagerly peek out as I approached, and the feline it belonged to would soon eagerly hop down, gratefully eat dinner and then just as quickly vanish back into the safety of that deep dark hole.

Winter was now rapidly approaching, and the days and nights were rapidly becoming much colder, so I began worrying more and more about the plight of this loading dock kitten. When I would make a food delivery, I would now often bring an old towel or blanket with me, and I would shove it deep inside her hiding place.

I also spoke to a factory employee about this loading dock resident and I soon learned that a feral female had given birth under the dock and then had quickly disappeared. I also learned that all of her other kittens had perished, and that the furry little face I was now feeding was the sole survivor.

One Snowy Night…

This news saddened me greatly, and I soon decided to catch Furry Little Face and give her a chance at a better life. I managed to trap her on a snowy February evening, and I whisked her off to my vet’s office to be spayed and vaccinated.

When I brought her home my spouse quickly fell in love with her, and she immediately named her Valentina since she had noticed a heart-shaped pattern on her back, and it just happened to be Valentine’s Day.

Today, our little Valentina, the former furry little face in the loading dock is one happy and loving little feline. She is also now the best friend and surrogate mother of every other frightened, orphaned kitten that we’ve found and brought home since. They all love her immensely, as do my spouse and I, and she truly is a wonderful addition to our family.

I often wonder if it’s chance or fate that leads me to the homeless animals I meet, but whichever one it is, I’m extremely grateful that I met the furry little face in the loading dock.   PHOTOS of Valentina today!

Do You Rescue Too?

As winter conditions will soon begin to advance on many, we must ask ourselves what we can do to help strays like this one. Have you helped an animal escape the bitter cold? Do you have a rescue story to share? Please post your story & photos on The Great Animal Rescue Chase or share your thoughts in the comments area below.


Jonathan Harper
Jonathan H3 years ago


Teresa Cowley
Teresa Cowley5 years ago

What a rare and wonderful man, to care so much for a tiny, homeless kitten. How very fortunate for Valentina that you were seeking a lost dog that day--whether you found the dog or not, Valentina certainly found her forever family--thanks to you!!

Anna, Pascal sounds like a perfect little fur-person--once he calmed down, LOL! It just took him awhile to realized that all his dreams had come true!
Thanks for two wonderful animal stories!!

s. ryan
p. q6 years ago


Holly Lawrence
Holly Lawrence6 years ago

How wonderful you are - and these sweet kitties you've saved!

Sarah M.
Sarah M6 years ago

very touching

Anna Borsey
Anna Borsey6 years ago

The software truncated my story!
Here is the continuation . . .

At first we thought this little kitten was a "she" because of a very dainty, pretty face and small body. However, a little later it transpired that "she" was a "he". Pascal grew and grew and grew, and he became a most handsome black panther who loved to give us kisses and who slept on the bed at night. He also LOVED other cats! I adopted two old marmalade gentlemen, Rufus & Rupert, from the nearest cats' home and Pascal adored both of his older "brothers".

I never did manage to find out where Pascal had come from. There were a number of working farms in the area and also a riding stable so I assume he must have come from one of these places.

Anna Borsey
Anna Borsey6 years ago

Very handsome tuxedo cat! Such unusual markings with that pure black tail growing out of a white body and with black facial markings resembling a pair of curtains draped across a window, the way they used to have them in Sweden when I was a child in the 1950s and '60s.

I once rescued a small, pure black feral kitten-cat, ca 6 months old, maybe. This was in very rural middle Sweden some years ago now. He turned up in my garden, very soon after I had moved in, at the beginning of March, when there was still a thick layer of snow on the ground and icicles hanging from the eaves. We spotted him through the kitchen window; he was eating the food we put out for the birds and the wild animals. The liile mite was obviously starving!

After feeding him for about a week, we managed through stealth to grab him by the scruff while he was distracted by Laban, the 1-year-old cat from the neighbour's house. Poor wee soul! Pascal (as I later named him, once we knew it was a "he") screamed and wriggled and put up a very good fight, but my friend did not let go until we were safely inside the kitchen. THEN - the terrified kitten FLEW around the kitchen in a mad frenzy, hurled himself at both windows in turn, howling all the while! We let him be. He went to ground under the shower upstairs, and this is where he stayed for the next several weeks, coming out at night to eat, drink and use the litter tray.

At first we thought this little kitten was a "she" because of a very dainty, pretty

Jutta Suthau
Jutta Suthau6 years ago

Great story by a patient and sensitive man!

Sam Jacobs
Sam Jacobs6 years ago

You are a saint! lucky valentina!

Cheryl B.
Cheryl B6 years ago