Needless to say, the beautiful little Ivy left a huge void after she went to the rainbow bridge. Some cats or kittens just have that effect no matter how long or short time we've had together.
We're in absolutely no need of another cat around here but I got this strong feeling that Ivy had left behind the wish for another little life to have the chance she didn't get - to LIVE. Maybe it sounds strange but I did indeed get this feeling. It actually caused me to go for a drive to a church in a deserted area where there's always a cat in need. Only this time I found 30 something cats and kitten in need!! Sneezing and wheezing, eye problems, skin problems, limping and what have you... it was all there! BUT... this time around it actually made me realize that I couldn't take it all on. A VERY tough realization. And with no one to turn to to help solve the problem. There simply is no cat shelter on this island. I decided to drive away.
Apparently Ivy's "lucky wish" was not to be found there... he appeared a few days later a bit further down the road from where I feed the dumpster cats. I spotted this adorable little white and ginger tabby boy trying to charm a few ladies walking along the road. I instantly knew his predicament and found myself uttering "oh, oh..." He was clearly freshly dumped by the side of the road. I know the cat population so well in this area and he clearly did not know quite were he was. He had this cute but bewildered sense about him. I don't know if the rumor is spreading that cats are fed here and people think it the perfect spot to dump their "unwanted goods." Anyhow... I quickly got hold of him and boy! was this boy hungry!!!
I decided to leave him there in the hope he wouldn't be there the next morning - meaning that I hoped for an off-chance that he'd come from a house much further down the road. But naturally he was walking along the street the next morning - seeming just as bewildered and adorable and cuddly as the day before. And HUNGRY. Well, could I leave these eyes behind???
Of course not. So back home we went. He got installed in a caravan in the garden and he instantly acted as if he'd come home. He drank and he ate... then he ate some more and some more! Goodness knows how many days he'd gone without food. Then he nestled deeply into an old sleeping bag and slept like a baby - smiling to the sunny rays coming through the window. He'd indeed come home.
I have to admit that there was something almost refreshing about rescuing a boy that wasn't already a wrecked little life. It appears his worst trouble is diarrhea and ear mites. Having had the treatment his ear mites should soon be gone and I'm sure so will the diarrhea with the right food.
I think he about 12 weeks. His eyes are just going from baby blue to his mature eye color. Believing he was dumped I can't imagine how hard that must have been... to have left those imploring eyes behind. He is loyal purring nose-rubber who just follows my every step.
Today he had his first outing in his new surroundings and he owned the space! Now we just need to find him a fitting name. What do you think?? I'd be grateful for suggestions.
If anyone is able to help contribute towards his vaccination that would be most appreciated.