Yesterday morning my brother calls my cell phone leaving me a message that he had parked for lunch with his crew. They hadn't planned on stopping at the spot they ended up but as luck would have it they did.
Tucked away in the roadside blackberry bushes was one tiny, hungry, scared, flea and tick ridden, screaming black kitten.
He digs around in the bushes and gets the little thing, giving 'it' some fluids and waiting for me to call him back.
I wake up for work to two messages from him. The second says..."you really need to call me. We moved up the road a bit with our work and found the momma cat dead in the roadway-she's been here awhile."
I didn't even finish listening to the message. I called him and we arranged for him to bring what he determined to be a little girl by work while I rushed to the store for kitten milk replacer.
She spent all night being mauled at work by everyone and ate, endured a gentle flea bath and played until she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer.
Baby Bramble is doing well. Eats 4 times a day and despite a bit of dehydration and what appears to be a slight bow legged deformation of her rear legs, probably due to poor nutrition during pregnancy and since, she seems strong, healthy and full of piss and vinegar as my Grandma used to say.
She goes everywhere with us so far. She likes the car-it bounces her to sleep in her basket. The dogs are suspicious and curious- the kitties are keeping distance which is good until we make sure she is not sick with a cold or the likes.
Four years ago my brother brought home a tiny gray kitten who had a wound on her back and had been living out of a dumpster at a local restaurant near his house.
Five days ago we said goodbye to Douina..
You won't convince me that Douina didn't have something to do with Blackberry Bramble finding her way to my brother and then to us.
We'll take care of her Douina.
