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I have to say that these pics and their stories have really moved me. We have some wonderful people on this board!
Ain't that the truth? I wish I had a picture of Stumpy when I first found him. We had no clue that a kitten was living in our storm cellar, heard a kitten screaming in distress one afternoon, and found him when I went to investigate. He was hiding in the corner of the cellar under a pile of wooden crates that had toppled over (we think that's how he lost his tail), and was spitting, hissing and trying to bite me when I attempted to pick him up. His tail was bleeding, he was caked in mud and acting out from the pain. He was trying to bite me the entire time I carried back into the house, but then I dropped him onto my husband's chest (he was laying down) and he immediately calmed down, curled into a ball, started to purr, and was asleep by the time I grabbed a carrier to take him to the vet. So we let him have a nap before I took him in, and DH held him inside his t-shirt for that ride.Originally Posted by icklemiss21
I love when little feral kittens think they can take you on and put on their bravest face, halloween stick up on end fur and hiss and spit - I cant help but laugh at them... now when it is their momma cats doing it its another matter
Same thing happened with Lazlo. Well - not the storm cellar part LOL. But we had nothing for cats, so after the vet, we went directly to the pet store. Lazlo crawled down the arm of his shirt.Originally Posted by Momofmany
Ain't that the truth? I wish I had a picture of Stumpy when I first found him. We had no clue that a kitten was living in our storm cellar, heard a kitten screaming in distress one afternoon, and found him when I went to investigate. He was hiding in the corner of the cellar under a pile of wooden crates that had toppled over (we think that's how he lost his tail), and was spitting, hissing and trying to bite me when I attempted to pick him up. His tail was bleeding, he was caked in mud and acting out from the pain. He was trying to bite me the entire time I carried back into the house, but then I dropped him onto my husband's chest (he was laying down) and he immediately calmed down, curled into a ball, started to purr, and was asleep by the time I grabbed a carrier to take him to the vet. So we let him have a nap before I took him in, and DH held him inside his t-shirt for that ride.