Kirby
06-20-2008, 07:12 PM
My beloved Kitten passed on over two years ago, but I just shared his story on another forum, and I feel it is only appropriate to share it here.
When I had my horse, there was always a HUGE amount of kittens, cats and older cats around the barn. They were well fed and happy little buggers.
I noticed that one female had kittens in the fall and there were 3 of them (black, calico and an orange one). They were SO wild, the female would bolt while her kittens were nursing and only come back if you had left the room.
When the kittens were weaned by their mom, I would always see the tiny orange one lingering behind the others waiting his turn at the food dish. I would always call to him and try to tempt him with treats.
Sure enough, after 3 weeks of TRYING to get him to eat from my hand, HE DID! From that day on, I'd call "HERE BABY!!!" (of course in this cute baby voice), and you'd hear "MEW!" and the little kitten would come running into my arms.
That little kitten would sit in my arms or coat pocket while riding my horse (I had him in my hood a few times) during the winter or if it was really cold I would turn on the bum warmers in my mum's car and wrap him in a blanket.
I remember not being able to go to the barn for 4 days because of a car accident, and my ex-boyfriend's sister called me one day to tell me my little kitten was litterally screaming for me. He was running around my tack box almost in a panic, crying and mewing :(
The next day I went up to the barn, calling for my kitten... and he never showed up...
My horse Webster was unusually quiet, head down, very depressed looking, so I knew something was wrong (I had found the kitten previous times playing with Webster's feet). I took webster up into the hay loft and let him walk around (actually he dragged me there)...
5 minutes later, I noticed Webster nickering at a pile of what I thought was hay...
it was my beloved kitten... he didn't make it through the night.. he was frozen solid and curled around the warmest thing he could find - a pile of wood.
I wrapped him in my jacket and bawled my eyes out for 5 hours... my parents were in a panic trying to find me, I was in Webster's stall ... and my dad helped me bury him in the manure pile (yes gross I know.. but it was permanently warm :) ). I will never forget my little kitten...
We lost 12 cats that winter due to feline leukemia... my little kitten was one of them...
I know it has been well over 2 years little guy, but you will always be in my heart :wub:
When I had my horse, there was always a HUGE amount of kittens, cats and older cats around the barn. They were well fed and happy little buggers.
I noticed that one female had kittens in the fall and there were 3 of them (black, calico and an orange one). They were SO wild, the female would bolt while her kittens were nursing and only come back if you had left the room.
When the kittens were weaned by their mom, I would always see the tiny orange one lingering behind the others waiting his turn at the food dish. I would always call to him and try to tempt him with treats.
Sure enough, after 3 weeks of TRYING to get him to eat from my hand, HE DID! From that day on, I'd call "HERE BABY!!!" (of course in this cute baby voice), and you'd hear "MEW!" and the little kitten would come running into my arms.
That little kitten would sit in my arms or coat pocket while riding my horse (I had him in my hood a few times) during the winter or if it was really cold I would turn on the bum warmers in my mum's car and wrap him in a blanket.
I remember not being able to go to the barn for 4 days because of a car accident, and my ex-boyfriend's sister called me one day to tell me my little kitten was litterally screaming for me. He was running around my tack box almost in a panic, crying and mewing :(
The next day I went up to the barn, calling for my kitten... and he never showed up...
My horse Webster was unusually quiet, head down, very depressed looking, so I knew something was wrong (I had found the kitten previous times playing with Webster's feet). I took webster up into the hay loft and let him walk around (actually he dragged me there)...
5 minutes later, I noticed Webster nickering at a pile of what I thought was hay...
it was my beloved kitten... he didn't make it through the night.. he was frozen solid and curled around the warmest thing he could find - a pile of wood.
I wrapped him in my jacket and bawled my eyes out for 5 hours... my parents were in a panic trying to find me, I was in Webster's stall ... and my dad helped me bury him in the manure pile (yes gross I know.. but it was permanently warm :) ). I will never forget my little kitten...
We lost 12 cats that winter due to feline leukemia... my little kitten was one of them...
I know it has been well over 2 years little guy, but you will always be in my heart :wub: