so sad
I fell so sad about that cat. I hope you make another one.
Reviews for "The Abandoned Kitten"
DAIRYDOG responds:
I'll try my best. ='(
Man this was really sad
I dont own a pet but geez if i ever did that to anything i deserve to have the living crap beaten out of me...dont worry kitten i like you and id try to find you a home as fast as i could. man now im depressed anyway great movie keep it up.
DAIRYDOG responds:
Sorry. ='(
SO SAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The tiny cat looked like a cartoon Martian. Huge yellow eyes stared out of a dark face, while skinny legs squirmed in animated flicks. As I opened the storm door, she yelled, and even her voice suited a space-alien cartoon character: a nasal squall, Siamese in essence if not in details. The stimulus for this unlikely sound might’ve been the nervously shuffling group of children clustered on my porch, one of them holding her, all of them staring hopefully at me.My stomach sank. Our neighbourhood was riddled with feral cats, and this had to be one of the kittens unchecked breeding always produces. Feral cats are nearly impossible to catch and dangerous to handle. If the kids had managed to grab this half-grown one and hold her for longer than it took to be bitten or scratched, she was probably sick.Cats are known by species for fastidious grooming. When one gets so unkempt, you know there are problems. I had no trouble spotting some of them, in fact hundreds of them. An out doors infestation of fleas swarmed under her short coat, and they weren’t her only parasites. Tapeworm segments crawled around the area under her tail, much healthier and more active than their lethargic hostess.The cat’s gender was a guess, but she was a tortoiseshell, and you could bet your last pound on that genetic matching of coat pattern and paired X-chromosomes. My confidence in probability cancelled a need to look more closely under her tail, but her hopeless attempts to scratch bothered me. Sooner or later, this undersized wild animal would maul the little girl dangling her in obvious appeal. She was about six, and clearly knew nothing about handling cats. That gave me my excuse for taking charge of the beast.Once the cat was in my hands, I was able to inspect a pair of ears that looked like satellite dishes. Like most outdoor cats, this one had ear mites. A magnifying glass would probably reveal the tiny insects and their eggs, but I hardly needed one. Her ears were clogged with sticky black discharge. When I rubbed one ear gently, I was rewarded with a purr that seemed too big for her emaciated body. No doubt my attentions were relieving an awful itch.I clicked my tongue, snapped my fingers. The ears swivelled. The bugs hadn’t stolen the poor cat’s hearing yet, but without a good dose of eardrops over a period of about ten days, they would eventually secrete enough eggs and faeces to deafen her, perhaps permanently.She kept purring, letting me pet and scratch while I inspected her infestations and injuries. Even when I prodded a large swollen area at the base of her tail, making her blink and flinch away, she didn’t bite or hiss. I’d been wrong about her; she wasn’t dangerous. She was a people kitty, with a good disposition.She’d been turned out or lost. From her condition, she hadn’t been managing well on her own. If I took her in, she’d need emergency veterinary treatment, and even then, she might not make it. Along with her obvious parasites, she could have others, not to mention diseases like rabies, distemper, respiratory infections, or even feline leukaemia. My own three cats were vaccinated, but possible exposure was still a threat. The kindest gesture might be to take this cat straight to the local humane shelter. She might be adopted. If not, she’d at least be painlessly removed from what had clearly been a short and miserable life.The delegation of kids seemed to take my interest for temporary acceptance. They all wanted to talk at once, eagerly answering my pointed questions. No, they couldn’t keep her. Their guardian had told them to put the cat under a Dumpster at a small neighbourhood grocery, which was where they’d found her. Yes, they’d tried to find her owner. No one would claim the desperate little beggar, who had befriended these kids in exchange for a scrap of food and a friendly hand. No, they couldn’t give her to the shelter. None of the half-dozen was old enough to drive, and their guardian would have nothing to do with a situation that wasn’t her responsibility.I began to see why this motley collection of foster child.
DAIRYDOG responds:
tldr ='(
:((
* crys uncontrolibuly* that was soo cute * sobs more * ive gont somthingin my eye X.o * sob sob* who am i kidding that was sooo sad :( * crys uncomtrouibly and evn louder* i just wish i wasent alergick to cats :( * sneses* * sob sob sob* hod u come up with that?* sob sob* its soo mooving * sob* i bet if u maked it into an e card u could make people cry all over the * cry* world. :( nice * sob* one u hit my soft spot. U ROCK * runs out of room crying*
DAIRYDOG responds:
You weren't crying, your eyes are just sweaty today. ='(
*Sniffle*
Methinks people should adopt more cats :/ (Not just kittens, older cats need homes too!) I have a kitty who was set on fire by her previous owner, this vid only wants to make me go over to their house and rip their face off, then dump lemon juice and salt on them...
DAIRYDOG responds:
='(