Hiding under the cupboard
Hello! My name is Ivy. The nice lady rescued me today.
I was living in and around a local taverna fighting and begging for food every day. No one knows what happened to my mom or siblings so I'm a little 7-8 week old orphan. I'd become quite good at acting big on the outside even though I've been struggling with diarrhea and a cough... maybe I've got bronchitis. Yesterday the nice lady found me looking for water. No one even noticed I was desperate for water - but the nice lady did. She got a bowl from the restaurant and bought me some water. It was just what I needed! Upon hearing that the taverna is closing after the weekend she decided to scoop me up. I probably wouldn't stand much of a chance of surviving when the taverna closes. So today she came back with a transport box and brought me to the vet. After a check-up I was taken back to my new home. Everything seemed very big and scary so I went straight under the cupboard.
Quickly realizing I've got no plan of coming out she popped a small quilt for me under the cupboard.
I didn't quite know what it was at first - it made me quite scared. But then I realized that it was soft and warm - just like my mom used to be. So I started milking the quilt.
As a matter of fact, it was all so nice and fuzzy. My new food bowl is full and I even have my own bowl of clean water. It's just next to me - all I have to do is come out from under the cupboard.
But for now I'm good under here. I don't think I've been sleeping this well since I got lost from my mom. There used to be so much traffic and noise at the taverna. But here it is quiet and safe. And I get comforting cuddles all the time. I hiss at first - because I'm not that used to human hands - but the hands are gentle and kind. Yes, I think I'm good here... so I'll safely go back to sleep for the moment. I could get used to this!
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Welcome Ivy to heaven on earth!
Hugs and greetings, Johanna
Sankissjuice
Jane x
Ivy escaped a black destiny of death... Thanks to your LOVE and efforts.
Today we officially got our #8 cat.
For a couple of weeks I had heard, what I first thought, was a hawk rustling in our huge magnolia tree near the driveway. Also one day there walked a black cat to our gazebo, a slim one and it was not our Tiggy Tiger... I got puzzled. Till I found on a branch, in the magnolia tree this smokey colored black with brown medium longhair. I could caress it, but I was shocked at its emaciated stage. We started feeding it, putting a bowl of water out under the magnolia tree. Not long afer, it came inside our garage (had done so before I guess!) to eat with the other felines together. We started calling it Smokey. This morning Pieter brought Smokey to the vet. It is a boy and he weighs 2.7 kg after feeding him for a good week. He had an infection in his mouth and got antibiotics. All the shots he received and that was $ 187 but we get always a discount so for a good $ 150 he came home with Pieter. Hope this poor soul will soon regain strength and be happy. The heavy matting will disappear in a couple of weeks and he will look beautiful. The age is just guess work, probably 4 months or so. He will have his check up in 3 weeks and will get neutered too. I can see your dilemma with the always high vet bills because those strays are never healthy.
One can only pray that more people become responsible for their pets. This is criminal for putting them out on the streets to let them fend for themselves.
You know what hit me hard? The turkey vultures were circling around, probably smelling a weak creature soon becoming their meal! Awful thought.
Hugs to you and thanks what you are doing.
Mariette
Thank you, dearest Joan, from deep in my heart!
Lots of love to you and all your furry little miracles,
Anna & Zoe
Your friend from Kansas,
Glenda
What a sweetie! So glad you saved this little one!
Hugs,
Kay
purrs
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✿•*¨`*•. ♥Abby♥Boo♥Ping♥Jinx♥Grace♥✿•*¨`*•.
What an ADORABLE girl! You are going to keep her, right?
xoxoxo
I am so happy for you!!
I was once a little barn cat
and would not have survived the cold winter without food.
But I was adopted and here I am 11 years later.
Maximus