Ok, the entries over my birthday & vacation are going to be posted out of order. Right now for the first, I'm going to talk about Casey the Kitten.
Hours into my first part of the trip back home, I pulled into my first night's stop in Casey, IL. to their Days Inn. This is also when I started to notice I was feeling sick.
Now the trip hurt my back intensely so I walked to the Dollar General, and by the way this was my second trip there since checking into the hotel. I bought a pillow for the car ride for the following day's drive, and then figured I'd grab dinner since it was nearing 6pm at night. After not feeling happy about selection & prices at a few fast food restaurants in walking distance. I figured I'd just settle for the familiar, and eat Mc.D's.
Crouching low in the grass I spotted a tiny tiny kitten in the grass by the McDonald's. Normally when I see baby cats out like this I worry for them. Evening feeling close given it was cloudy & raining, I walked over to the baby cat to see how it was.
It "waddle-walked" as fast as it's little legs could away from me. Clearly just learning how to move. Still concerned I followed it, and the kitten made a dumb mistake. It went into a bog, and was clueless what to do after getting into the water by a few feet. it just sat in the water.
I took off my sandals, and went into the water after it.
After walking to every near by establishment asking if any one knew who owned the baby cat. I concluded from every one I spoke to, it was either a drop off or feral cat. I didn't sneak around the Days Inn check-in desk. I alerted them to the kitten, and they took pity on the thing, Then the lady behind the counter helped out by letting me hold on to the stray and providing a computer printer paper box for a carrier & scissors to punch holes in it.
Putting the baby cat in my hotel room, after it had been nestling in my t-shirt since being rescued from the bog. It met my service cat Theta. A six year old fixed male. The kitten imprinted on Theta in a heart beat, and Theta wanted nothing to do with the soaked tiny baby.
It ran after him and he ran from it. Then when the kitten strayed from him, he'd go after it. Once they'd meet, the process of kitty totting around the room would start again.
The baby hated being alone and it wasn't until late into the night I decided to do something about it. It was crying almost consistently.
I put it in my bed.
It kneaded me.
Casey in the room:
Following morning I put it into the makeshift kitten carrier, and started driving to my next destination of Bentonville, AR.. Midway through this trip I felt sorry for the little guy in the cardboard box, and slipped it into my big guy's carrier. Aside from once in a while hissing from Theta, this worked out.
who is a friend that lives near Bentonville, the day before the trip there, what was going on. He was sure a local shelter would take in the kitten. Wrong. No shelter would touch the baby kitten. However he remembered his dog's vet. They took in the kitten
Sugar Creek Animal Hospital
The lady behind the counter said they do adoptions through their Facebook page
. I told them to call the kitten "Casey" after the town I found him in. Yeah, I did wonder what that kitten was, and the vets figured it out.
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kitten photo from hayzy