We rescued three newborn kittens this morning.
I was walking the dogs, when I heard kittens crying among the bushes at the roundabout in our village. Upon closer inspection, my mom and I found a diaper bag, wrapped in brown paper, which was in turn wrapped and tied in a plastic bag (3 layers of packaging!). Inside were four kittens, which couldn’t have been more than a few hours old. The umbilical cords and placenta were still attached.
We took them into my mom’s kitchen and discovered that one of them was already dead. My mom buried the poor thing, while we let the three live ones nurse on Kanika, our cat who recently also gave birth to 5 kittens. Kanika now has to feed eight kittens! She’s doing a great job as a surrogate mommy.
Kanika’s 5 kittens are about 2 weeks old, and are much larger than the three little rescued ones. We have to take the mommy away from the bigs ones, so the little ones could have a chance to feed.
We’re going out today to buy nursing bottles and kitten formula, so we can feed the 3 babies better.
This is a sad reminder how people treat animals. I’m just glad that we found those kittens when we did, even though I know there is no guarantee that they will survive. At least we will give them a fighting chance!