• A Kittens Thoughts

    From Corey@VERT/TSGC to All on Wed Nov 14 16:57:00 2007


    A Kitten's Thoughts



    I don't remember much about where I was born. It was cramped and dark

    and smelled of our own waste. It was never cleaned up and there were

    no litter boxes. We were never played with by the humans who fed us.

    Sometimes there was enough food for us all. Sometimes the stronger kittens

    got there first. Often it was stale and smelled bad and no-one cleared it

    away.



    My mother was thin and sick and had hardly any milk for us. I could feel

    her ribs under her soft tabby fur, and the scabs from flea-bites. The

    kittens from her earlier litter were still nursing from her because there

    wasn't enough cat food. I remember many of them dying. Sometimes people

    took away their little bodies. Sometimes my mother ate them after they died.



    I remember the day I was taken away from there. I was sad and scared and

    I still needed my mother's milk. I really should have stayed with her until

    I was properly weaned, but mother was so sick, and the people kept saying

    that they wanted the money or they were sick of the "mess" that we made. So

    they put all of us kittens, the big ones from the earlier litter and the

    little ones like me and my sister, into a crate and took us to a strange

    place. I heard them say it was time to put the tomcat in with our mother

    so she could have more kittens. She was so frail that I don't think she

    survived having more kittens.



    New people took us out of the crate and put us in cages. They put me and

    my sister in a cage together because we looked so cute when we played. We

    didn't play much because we were small for our age and didn't have the

    energy of properly fed kittens. Mostly we huddled together and were scared.

    We were in a pet shop. No-one petted us or loved us, but there were many

    new sights and sounds and smells. There was more food than before, because

    it was only two of us in the cage. There were so many different animals!

    Some squawked, some barked, some miaowed. We were fascinated by the tiny

    ones running round in wheels, the tanks of fish and the cages full of birds.



    It was a small cage; even with only two of us it was crowded and we had to

    eat next to our litter box - ugh! People looked at us. Some of them were

    people-kittens who wanted to play with us. Sometimes people hit the glass

    and just to see what we did. That frightened us. Sometime we were taken out

    to be shown to people. Some were gentle and some hurt us. The people-kittens

    said things like "They are so sweet - can we have them?" but always chose

    some other kitten instead. The store owner said it was because we were

    "poorly socialised" and didn't like being handled. We didn't like it when

    people pulled our tails or ears, rubbed our fur the wrong way or stuck their

    fingers in our faces. We nipped them to tell them not to hurt us. We learnt

    not to bite or claw because the people smacked us on the nose or tossed us

    roughly back in the cage.



    My beautiful tortoiseshell sister died one night when the store was dark.

    One of the people-kittens had squeezed her hard and broken something inside.

    She said that she hurt inside and she couldn't eat well any more. I lay my

    head on her soft ginger and black fur and felt the life leave her small thin

    body. The next morning the store owners threw her in the trash. They said

    she must have been sick so they should sell me quickly at a "discount price".

    They didn't realise that it wasn't being sick that made her die; it was

    because one of the other people had damaged her by being too rough with

    such a tiny, fragile kitten. I think my lonely whimper was the only voice

    that mourned for her. It was lonely in a cage by myself and the store owners

    didn't touch me in case I was sick.



    A day later, a nice family bought me. I wished they had come earlier and

    taken me and my sister together. They bought a dish and food, a brush,

    litter box and soft bed for me. The little girl held me gently in her arms

    because she was worried about hurting me. Her parents said what a sweet

    kitten I was with my black and white coat and long white whiskers. The

    little girl called me Mittens. She knows all about looking after cats but

    I was the first cat of her own. I loved to purr when she said my name and

    stroked me. They took good care of me and didn't get cross when I missed

    my litter box once or twice. They said "Well he's only a baby so you expect

    an accident or two until he settles in."



    One day they took me to the vet for shots to protect me against illnesses.

    I was scared, but the little girl held me softly and talked to me. Then the

    vet said some sad words to my family. They looked so sad. I heard something

    about a bad heart and he pressed my belly and said my kidneys felt wrong. He

    asked if I drank lots of water and I remembered how I got thirsty so much.

    Then he said something about kitten mills having bad conditions to live in

    and breeding from sick cats. I didn't like to see the little girl so sad so

    I purred until my heart nearly burst and she cuddled me gently, but I could

    feel her crying into my glossy fur.



    The vet said that kittens of my age should be robust and playful and twice

    my size. The family said they had to buy me because I was so small. The vet

    shrugged and told them they had bought a problem. The said they didn't mind

    because they wanted to give me a new start. He said he couldn't neuter me

    yet because of my heart and being so small for my age. That night I heard

    them talking to the little girl saying we might not be together for very

    long after all. I wanted to be with her forever, she was my special friend

    and I loved her! She cried a lot, but afterwards she cuddled me and said I

    was so special.



    When I was nine months old I started getting out of breath and wanted to

    sleep all the time. When I woke up I was thirsty. This was all I did - I

    slept, I drank and I went to my litter box. I wasn't interested in eating

    much, even the titbits of chicken the little girl gave me. I ate them to

    be polite but I only really wanted to drink and sleep. I heard them tell

    the little girl "I think it's time to let Mittens go". I wondered where

    I was going to go. Several times I have gone to the vet's clinic and he

    injected me with things to make me feel better, but the injections didn't

    work for long. Now they hardly work at all.



    Now they are putting me in my comfortable carrying box with the see-through

    front for what they say is the last time. Everyone is so sad, and I don't

    know why. Have I been a bad cat? I tried so hard to be good and loving, what

    have I done wrong? I always purred and rolled on the floor for a tummy-rub

    and I held my tail high and never clawed anything except the special

    scratching post they made for me. The little girl puts her fingers through

    the wire mesh to comfort me and I purr.



    The vet's table is so cold. I feel small and frightened when they place me

    on it. They all hug me. They cry into my soft fur and tell me how much they

    love me. I can feel their love and sadness. I purr so hard and try to be

    brave. Even the vet doesn't seem so scary. He is gentle when he feels my

    belly and listens to my chest, but he says that my kidneys have stopped

    working and my heart is very bad. He says that I might go on for a few

    weeks, but it isn't fair to make me do that. I want to have more time, but

    I always feel tired and thirsty. The little girl holds me softly and I purr

    to thank her for giving me all her love.



    The vet clips a little of my glossy black and shiny white fur from a foreleg

    and he pinches the bare skin gently. It's only another injection. Maybe this

    one will make me feel better again. The thirst is going away and I feel tired

    in a relaxed way, not in a sickness way. I am still purring and I feel so

    peaceful. The vet's room is fading away and I can see my mother and many of

    my brothers and sisters in a far off green place full of sunshine and flowers.

    They tell me there is no pain or sickness there, only peace and happiness.



    I tell the family, good-bye in the only way I know how with a last purr.

    I had hoped to spend many years with the little girl so we could grow up

    together, but that was not my destiny. "You see," said the vet, "Kitten

    mill kittens don't come from ethical breeders. They come from worn out

    cats who have litter after litter, and not enough strength to care for

    the kittens. They often inherit things like heart conditions."



    I am standing in a place called Rainbow Bridge and I know I will see the

    little girl again one day, but it will be such a long time. But I have

    someone to wait for; someone who gave me so much love in my short life.

    My mother who died in the kitten mill and all my brothers and sisters

    who died there or in pet stores, without ever seeing the sunshine, don't

    have anyone to look for them on Rainbow Bridge. Nobody loved them when

    they were alive, but now their souls are with the great cat-goddess Bast

    to be healed.



    I looked down on my little girl the other day. She now has another cat

    though I know she still thinks about me. Her new cat came from a rescue

    shelter after its other owners didn't want it any more. It is healthy

    and they will have a good life together. I am not jealous, only sad

    because I wanted to make her happy and she had to let me go so soon.

    Please, when you want a cat or kitten to love and care for, take one

    from an reputable breeder or adopt one from a rescue shelter. Don't

    encourage the kitten mill business.




    Caput meum major podice meo.
    This message has ended, go in peace...

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