The emails were exciting! When I woke up, I read the threads frantically looking for words like "Final Rescue Tally". Two lists added up to 10 ADULT cats and 2 kittens for two different rescues today.
I was practically skipping through the closed shelter today - Gathering cats like children gather Easter eggs. As I double checked my list, I realized one cat wasn't there, so made a few calls and knew there had been a mistake. I could still rescue ONE MORE pregnant cat!
I went to "Dipsey's" cage who was VERY pregnant when she arrived:
She looked further and found two more kittens in the litterbox. They were alive! The staff hadn't been in that room yet to clean the cages, so the poor little angels had been delivered in a litterbox full of poop and pee. The umbilical cord and placenta was still attached to them and we thought it was best not to cut anything. (Cutting a large umbilical cord can cause bleeding)
I loaded up the carrier with the little family and the rest of the cats and headed to my first stop - a veterinary clinic. I mentioned to the vet that I had a Mom with newborns who needed some help with cutting umbilical cords...yada yada yada. The vet took one look and stopped.
"This is not a large umbilical cord. These are the kitten's intestines and his stomach. He will die and he's suffering now. We need to euthanize him."
Shit. I started to cry. The vet looked at me and her eyes welled up too. I'm sure that wasn't going to be the best part of her day. While the vet was getting the needle ready, I stroked the little one. I don't know why I said this, but I found myself whispering at the struggling kitten, "Come back as a lion and kick some ass." Shit. I don't even believe in reincarnation. My eyes burned as the tears fall down my cheeks.
The good news? I rescued enough cats Friday and today for the shelter to cancel the vet's euthanasia day tomorrow.
Many thank you's to Abbey Cats and Forgotten Ones who made it possible for me to rescue these little lives today: