I don’t normally publish two posts in a day, but this is a unique occasion.
A few months ago I discovered a sweet little family of stray cats living on the grounds of our apartment complex—an all-black mama, two all-gray babies, a couple of black kittens, and a black-and-white male who I guess is about a year old. Immediately, my brain kicked into worry gear, as we live near a busy road. It wasn’t long after that one of the black kittens was hit and killed. I was devastated. Ever since, I’ve been feeding this little family, hoping that they’ll recognize me as a source of food instead of having to dodge traffic in search of it. So far, it seems to be working. But nights can get frigid here, and I worry about this little family when we’re out of town and there’s nobody to look after them. We already have two cats; otherwise, I would’ve brought them all in without hesitation.
Instead, I’ve reached out to Birmingham’s Humane Society and to a handful of area veterinary clinics in search of help with spaying, neutering, and boarding this little family until they’re well enough to find a permanent home. Not a single one of the receptionists, vets, or volunteers who I’ve talked to on the phone has followed up with me, as all promised they would. This afternoon I spotted them outside looking for food. When I took a dish down, I discovered that the mama cat—so skittish and scared at first, but now cautiously curious and patient—has a gaping, open wound on her backside near her tail. It looks suspiciously like a bebe wound.
I’m contemplating scooping her up and taking her to the nearest veterinarian for treatment, but I fear what comes next if they can’t board her or help me find a home for her. The thought of fixing her up and then turning her loose outside again breaks my heart, but I can’t bear to think about not getting her help.
Have you ever encountered a similar situation? Do you live in Birmingham and have (legit, working) knowledge of animal rescue resources that I haven’t stumbled onto yet—or better yet, have room in your home and your heart for this precious little family? If so, I would love to hear from you.
This little man stole my heart. He was the first (and so far only) of the family to let me near him. Now, he’s a sweet, melty mess of snuggles and affection.