Sick feral kitten taken off the streets

Let me tell you the rescue story of a stray kitten, my Hazelnut. The story took place over five years ago.

I was walking down the street for no reason, just because I like to walk and watch trees and bushes, and suddenly I saw a man whose little dog I liked to pet. He told me there’s a sick kitten without a mother in front of the bank, hiding in the bushes and screaming.

So I went there. By the time I got there, the kitten was quiet. I looked for her in the bushes and couldn’t find her, and then suddenly she started mewing.

I went to grab the back of her neck, and she attacked my hand. I pretended to grab the back of her hand with my left hand, and when she attacked that hand, used my right to grab her.

When I held her, she bit and scratched like mad, and I had to get a cardboard box to put her in before she kills me.

The vet said she had feline herpes. I had to put drops in her eyes, and she almost tore my arm off.

For the first day and a half, she was afraid of me. She didn’t know what an apartment is. She didn’t know what a human is. Born on the streets to generation of feral cats born on the streets where I live. She hissed when I dragged a chair on the floor.

And then, 36 or so hours later, she understood that I was her adoptive mother. She started climbing on me. She’d sit on my shoulder while I walked around the house and cooked. She’d sit on my head and tried pulling my ear off with her teeth. She’d run all over the house and attacked my crocks, going crazy over them and dragging them all over the living room.

Her eyes cleared up, and the vet said she was healthy. I had watched her learning to climb and then to run, and I litter trained her.

Today, Hazelnut is a fat grown cat living in my house with two more feral cats I’ve adopted, and one more who comes and goes, showing up only for mealtime.

I didn’t have a cellular phone back when she was a baby and couldn’t take pictures, but here’s a video of her when she was a few months old.

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15 thoughts on “Sick feral kitten taken off the streets

  1. Cats are intelligent and they know the difference between a good deal and a bad deal. For a cat living feral in the streets, moving in with a human to care for them is a very good deal, and they know it. Such a cat will usually be appreciative towards its human caregiver and can become exceptionally devoted. I have experienced this myself and had the wonderful experience of being “owned” by an ever grateful cat. She thought of me as being hers, and hers alone and would come running if I called her name, calling as she ran. It’s pretty nice to mean so much to someone.

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    1. It’s wonderful to have someone loves you unconditionally. There isn’t that much going around, I’m afraid…

      Wonderful to come home to someone waiting for you, running to you, greeting and happy to see you.

      And yes, it’s heaven for cats, all my four cats. But part of what makes them so happy is the cuddling and love. My Amiga didn’t know she could sit on my lap, didn’t know what a human was, been born and raised on the streets. I taught her to sit on my lap, and ever since then, her tail is up, and she’s in cloud number nine. She’s much happier now.

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  2. When you win the heart of a cat, you feel like you’ve accomplished something. I don’t think I’ve ever felt as loved as I felt with the cat I wrote about in the comment above. She greeted me in the morning and made sure to get my attention before I left for work. She was at the door when I came home and made me feel very special, indeed. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.

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  3. Thank you for the video and your rescue story. I am glad you had the patience and understanding when she attacked you at first. I loved the image of the kitten who rode you around the house. Bless you ! – David

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    1. Oh, I’m used to been attacked. Whenever I take my cats to the vet, it’s a rather scary experience.

      I’ve taken several feral cats I found on the streets to the vet over the years, and some do attack. The ones I got didn’t attack that hard, but I had to return them to the streets after they were well. Having four cats and little money, I can’t take in every sick/wounded cat I see. And then a few had died at the vet’s. But two cats had their eyesight saved, a grown cat and a kitten.

      There are so many sick and wounded cats, because there are so many feral cats, you wouldn’t believe the numbers.

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      1. Beautiful! And there’s a place they can walk outside, according to the picture. Feline heaven.

        Unfortunately, around here, there are only two shelters in the middle of the country, for 2,000 of cats per square kilometer. 240,000 feral cats in a city with 900,000 residents. One cat for every less than four people. The shelters are perpetually full, as you can imagine.

        Vets pick up cats who have been hit by cars or are sick, and they care for them in the backroom, being forced to return them to the streets when they get better, or they’ll end up with dozens if not hundreds of cats.

        If you bring them a feral cat, they usually ask for payment, because if they don’t, they’ll end up taking care of feral cats for free all day long. This way, if they pick them up, it’s a limited number. The vets don’t have a choice, the way I see it, and they’re doing the best they can in impossible conditions.

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    1. They make me happy, too.

      At first, I didn’t want to take in cats because I didn’t have enough money, and I was struggling enough as it is. But she was sick, and when she got better, I was attached to her already, And I knew if I let her go, she’d end up on the streets, so I kept her. And then Amiga, Princessa, and Chocolate Paws smelled the cats food and leapt in and decided to stay.

      But now I got longer hours at my job, and it’s not so difficult anymore. And they’re the light of my life! They make me happy, something to look forward to, to come home to. So we’re all happy about this new arrangement, both me and the cats.

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