News
Nov 05 2010
How Could Someone?
Yesterday at work I received a phone call. Some passersby had stopped at the Deep Cut Park by Spencerville and had gotten out of their car to read some historical information. Three little kittens ran towards them! Sorry to say, they did not bundle them up and take them, but they did stop at a shop in St. Marys and told the owner about them, who then called me to let me know we needed to rescue them. This was at lunchtime.
All afternoon I kept thinking about them, but also thinking about the 70 plus kittens we already have at SART and how long it takes each day to care for them and keep them healthy and thriving. I tried to reason with myself that we couldn’t take them, I should just hope someone else steps up and saves them.
At 3:15 as I was leaving, my heart got tugged, and instead of turning left to go home to help at the shelter, I turned right and drove the 8 miles to Deep Cut Park. It was cold and windy, damp and dreary outside. I got to the park and no little kittens ran up to me. I looked around each little thing they could have snuggled up to get some sleep, and I still had no luck. I started walking along the edge of woods, angry that someone had decided to not be bothered with little babies, and decided to dump them in a remote area to most likely die instead.
I looked along the edge of the woods and came to where benches sit so that passersby can sit and enjoy the beautiful landscaping along the woods and creek. I thought how awful for the little ones because something had probably already killed them. I was standing there looking, and feeling so sad, when something (God?) made me look up. Sitting in a pine tree were the three precious little babies (see picture). I stretched and reached for two that were sprawled out on one branch and got them safely out. They snuggled right into me, which told me that someone had loved them, and then decided to abandon them. How could someone?
I took those two to the car and tucked them safely inside. When I came back for the third one, which was up several branches, it scampered up the tree some more in fear of what I was going to do. I had to climb the tree, dress and all, and reach for the little one before it scampered up too high for me to climb to. As I reached it toppled, but luckily a pine branch caught its fall, and I was able to climb back down and get the little babe before injury happened.
I called one of the volunteers at the shelter and told them I was bringing in 3 kittens – I am sure everyone at SART wondered where they were going to safely be kept! When I arrived, we bathed them, fed them, snuggled with them, and tucked them in a warm bed for the night. We all looked at each other and smiled, knowing that we had done the right thing. How could someone?
