Something major must have happened for me to post another update so quickly after the previous long one. I wasn't really willing to push down the CNY post, though I quite liked it, so since you're here already, do me a favour, and read the previous post too, after you read this one.
Today.... I saved 5 kittens. Yes, that's quite major to me, whatever anyone might say. Here's how it went....
The prologue thing:
On the eve of CNY, "meows" could be heard from my house during the reunion dinner. I was told that a cat had decided to give birth to five kittens at the corridor beside my house. I registered the fact that there were now 6 cats outside my house, and didn't think too much about it.
The beginning:
The cat wasn't really a nuisance, it was just really fierce and prepared to pounce on anyone who got too near, but it didn't really pounce on anyone, so we let it stay there. I admit when I saw the kittens I was very attached to them, so a part of me wanted it to stay there, anyway. But that was just the beginning of everything...
The complication:
It would have been fine, until chu 4, that is, Sunday night, when I decided to take Jubee out for some exercise. Since the leash was stretchable, I let Jubee walk in front, as usual. Jubee, being extremely curious, went straight for the kittens when she saw them, and at the same time, the mother cat went for Jubee. It wasn't really a catfight, firstly because it was more of a cat-dog-fight, and secondly, the dog wasn't fighting very much, Jubee was surprised, the only thing that had ever attacked it was a plushie dog. So, I managed to calm Jubee down, and proceed on with the walk. Thankfully, Jubee was not hurt. However, the assault on Jubee would be the start of endless trouble for the cat...and me. My mum was DETERMINED to get rid of the cats for the safety of Jubee. Part of me agreed with her, while the other part of me felt that the cats didn't deserve it. After all, the cat was just trying to protect her kittens. My mum called the town council to remove the cats, and for awhile I would be dealing with the town council people as the main bad guy. Read on...
The Climax:
So, the town council people came, chased away the mother cat, and took the kittens to the carpark opposite my block, with the hope that it would fulfil my mother's request and get the cats away from us. I had mixed feelings about the cats leaving, but I thought nothing could be done, so I proceeded with my boring chu5. Interestingly, the next morning, I saw the cats again, yes , cats, not just the mother, but all 5 kittens, too. Obviously, whatever the town council was doing didn't work, but I wasn't complaining. While I was looking at the cats, a town council representative came up and chased away the mother cat. He explained that he was the one that took the kittens away the previous day, and was surprised to see that the cat had managed to find her kittens. I could tell that he was a kind man, but when my mother wants something done, she can get quite irritating, so I understand the pressure he was under. Thankfully, he didn't immediately remove the kittens, for they were hiding beneath a fairly large cupboard, and were out of reach. He left, presumably to look for something to take the kittens out. That was my chance, with the mother cat gone, I lifted that cupboard, took out Jubee's travelling box, and put two kittens inside. I went home, prepared milk, and did everything I could to raise it, but it didn't seem to be working, and, I read on the internet that kittens should best not be seperated from their parent before 10 weeks of age. So I unwillingly gave the two kittens back to the cat, who didn't seem really happy to find two of her kittens gone. Well from the moment I took the kittens in my mind was not in perfect order anymore, and I was determined to keep the kittens there, alive, no matter what my mum said. The cat had taken the kittens back to hiding behind the cupboard, so I supposed they were safe: if the town council guy came, he would have to ask for my permission to move the cupboard in order to reach the cats, and even if he was bloody rude and didn't ask for my permission, moving the cupboard would generate quite alot of noise and I would know, anyway, and therefore can stop him. Or so I thought. I went to check on the cats after 2 hours, and to my horror, only the cat was left--- the kittens were gone. I frantically ran to the carpark, climbed my whole block, and combed the neighbourhood, but I couldn't find the kittens. I was about to give up, when I saw my final ray of hope, I spotted the town council representative I spoke to in the morning. I ran down at once, and asked him where did he place the kittens. Coincidentally, he hadn't disposed of them yet, and was holding them in a box in his hand. He told me he couldn't kill them, so he could only move them to another area, but that was about as good as killing them. I convinced him that I will convince my mum to stop bugging the town council, and took the cats from him. He was glad, it couldn't be plainer that he didn't want to seperate the kittens from their mother as much as I did. I jubilantly raced back to my house and took out the kittens, one by one, and placed them in the mother cat's sight. She decided that my corridor was no longer safe, and moved them two storeys down. By this time, however, there were only 4 kittens--- the town council guy told me one of the kittens had dropped into the drain and died. But in the process of taking the cats down to the 2nd storey, something went wrong, and the next time I checked, there only 3 kittens left--- my favourite brown/white one was missing. I was certain that no one could've taken it away while the mother cat was looking, and it couldn't really move, and if it had fallen down the stairs, there would be a carcass, but there was none. I decided it was still alive, and in the area, so I moved down one more stairs, to the 1st floor, and I found her alone, tired and scared. I hastily took her back upstairs and carefully placed her in her mother's sight, and moved away quickly, for fear of being bitten. Now, my favourite kitten is back, and I'm happy. Other than the fact that my mum will kill me if she found out that I had taken the kittens back. Now, the bad guy was not the town council, but my mum, oh my. I called her, told her everything, and surprisingly she didn't get angry, now I'm cleared, and the kittens can stay... until they grow up.
It would have been the perfect ending for everyone, dog, cat, and human alike. I thought it was, too. However, at around 8-9pm, I heard meows, but they weren't coming from the 2nd floor, it sounded weaker and further. I decided to investigate. With a torchlight, I went to the 1st storey, and looked around. Nope, no kitten. I walk further. Then, something struck me. I raced to the carpark and bent over the drainage system. Yes the meowing was definitely coming from here. It doesn't take a genius to figure what happened, apparently the kitten fell in, but didn't die. I stuck my hand into the drain and pulled it up. Adorable lil thing. I took it back to the mother, and I think it might be grateful to me, for I saved all of her kittens, now this, is the happy ending.
That was long...
Pics! (I'll update these as the kittens grow)
The cat I never owned, the one I like most. I call it Paddie.
Updated ones.
More to come, tomorrow.
