Age: 15 Years Sex: Male
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June 6th 2000
Storm clouds were gathering above the campground on that evening in May, 2000. I hurried to get my nightly walk along the dirt roads of the camp in before the rain came. As I turned the corner and was about to start up the hill, I thought I saw something moving in the dusty road ahead. As I came closer I made out the image of a very young kitten crying pathetically, and trying to make his way across the road on shaky legs that were still too weak to hold him. As I reached down and picked him up he hissed a tiny warning at me. I assured him that his little warning didn`t impress me, and that I was there to help him. He was equally unimpressed thrashing his tiny legs and squirming about in my hands.
The little one was obviously sick. Thick dry mucous covered his little face, sealing his eyes shut, and blocking his nose. That, along with the dust from the dirt road made for a pathetic sight. I returned to the camper, wiped his tiny face and body with a warm wet cloth. I could feel his little body relaxing in the warmth.
The only vet open at this time was about 45 minutes away. My roommate and I hurried down to get there before he closed. The kitten was assessed at about 2 1/2 weeks old. He had an upper respiratory infection, and conjunctivitis, but was otherwise in good health.
We started him on a schedule of antibiotics, eye drops, KMR, and TLC. Since we suspected that he was a feral, we tried to give him as much human contact as possible. My roommate was still living at the house, while I was at the camper for the summer. So, every morning before I went to work I would deliver the tiny bundle to her at the house, and I would return after work to pick him up to bring to camp while my roommate went to her second shift job. He had human contact around the clock. When we were both scheduled to be away at the same time, our friend, Lois, at the camp served as a wonderful and loving baby-sitter.
How Rocky loved his bottle! In time he even learned to hold it, himself! He also came to love being held and played with.
I wish that I could say that because of all this positive human interaction and attention Rocky grew to be a very calm and loving cat. That is not the case. He could be very sweet and loving one minute, and almost demonic the next . We have learned to watch his body language for mood changes, and back off when we see him changing. Our cats have also learned to watch Rocky Although Rocky is not a "perfect" cat, he is OUR cat, and his pawprints are firmly imbedded in our hearts.
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