Hi, lets start at the begining..
On wednesday morning last week, we heard this strange meowing coming from the wall between the next door garage and cottage we live in. My hubby jumped up on the roof and followed the sound. He battled and we brainstormed for two hours,hearing kitty meows..
We called in the animal anti cruelty, and sad to say they only had a 1.2m cat catcher. We struck up a plan, got a net and rope. Watered poor kitty down to make her move towards the net, once in we slid her towards the opening in the wall. And yipppeee, kitty was safe.
The wall space was only 50cm wide and 3m deep.
Hubby jumps off the roof (thankfully not breaking his legs). Runs out and holds the kitty, gives me this look.. 'Oh I want this kitty'
Now I have never owned a cat, my brothers and sisters did, so I never really cared for a cat.
Off kitty goes to the vet, they stabilise her, and we can collect her at 3pm, some basic intructions and 'kittymilk" off we go home.
I strart feeding kitty, now we realise we can't keep saying kitty, so we think of names.. Silly Milli.. and it stuck.
Milli eats 10ml every three hours, loves me to clean her and her tummy has worked well.
Yet when she smells my hands, she really gets excited.
The tiny scrathes on my hands makes me remember why I didn't like kittens, but to hold her close and feel that purr... it worthwhile. And those tiny scratches are nothing compared to the love I have already gained for Milli.
Sharon
On wednesday morning last week, we heard this strange meowing coming from the wall between the next door garage and cottage we live in. My hubby jumped up on the roof and followed the sound. He battled and we brainstormed for two hours,hearing kitty meows..
We called in the animal anti cruelty, and sad to say they only had a 1.2m cat catcher. We struck up a plan, got a net and rope. Watered poor kitty down to make her move towards the net, once in we slid her towards the opening in the wall. And yipppeee, kitty was safe.
The wall space was only 50cm wide and 3m deep.
Hubby jumps off the roof (thankfully not breaking his legs). Runs out and holds the kitty, gives me this look.. 'Oh I want this kitty'
Now I have never owned a cat, my brothers and sisters did, so I never really cared for a cat.
Off kitty goes to the vet, they stabilise her, and we can collect her at 3pm, some basic intructions and 'kittymilk" off we go home.
I strart feeding kitty, now we realise we can't keep saying kitty, so we think of names.. Silly Milli.. and it stuck.
Milli eats 10ml every three hours, loves me to clean her and her tummy has worked well.
Yet when she smells my hands, she really gets excited.
The tiny scrathes on my hands makes me remember why I didn't like kittens, but to hold her close and feel that purr... it worthwhile. And those tiny scratches are nothing compared to the love I have already gained for Milli.
Sharon
