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A refresher..for those who have no clue. And now a synopsis of my # 1 all time worst rescuing nightmare out of hundreds! I ended up calling a fireman/rescuer John who (for the most part never calls back), but I left a message and he did call back.I have to admit he wasn't too helpful, but he did call a 'higher up' in the Boston branch of the Animal Rescue League. But a few days went by, and I heard from no one....despite leaving several massages on Johns machine. I took matters into my own hands, and via the 'net, contacted Alan B.(of the ARL), who of course said call another number, and use the 'voice prompt' which means...press # 1-1000 in order to reach so & so!
I was quite surprised when Mark V. a "Rescue Specialist" w/ the ARL called me last Sunday within an hour of my calling. I know tham all too well, and the fact they responded at all floored me! Anyway, on Sunday Mark came over to the home that the kittens in the rotted roof were, and after checking out the situation, he decided a tree was the way to go in order to check out the roof. I trapped mom cat Gracie so she wouldn't interfere. Long process, but he got up there finally, and could not reach the babies ( mom had two nursed on teats, so only 1-2 babies). I sent up 2 kitten traps for him to set, and went home with Gracie.
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The sun was setting as Mark was roping his way up the tree.
Two kitten traps set with stinky sardine chunks
Monday I headed back to check on the traps, which were untouched.
It didn't help that it was bitter cold, and very windy. I started making mama cat cries, and soon enough the kittens came out of the huge rotten area on the roof edge (30+ feet up) and were screaming back and climbing all over each other out of fear, and hunger. Despite numerous calls to Mark's cellphone, I spent the entire day ready to choke the next person that asked me "did you get them"...I was getting mighty crabby and saying back "I don't have wings"! If any of the persons asking had any brains in their heads they would have known it was impossible for me to get up onto the roof. I tried climbing a ladder propped against the tree Mark went up, and had multiple broom sticks, and poles taped together with my net on the end, but still was unable to get anywhere near the kitttens. Tuesday rolled around, and a friend called the Animal Control of the city. Normally they don't deal with any cat situations unless it's an injured one. But the officer was able to get through to the A.R.L and contact Mark...who claimed his cell was broken. I should have gone to work that day, but was worried sick about the babies, and had brought the mom cat along just in case. Hours later the ARL showed up and neglected to bring any ladders, so had to ask to borrow a neighbors ladder. Mark climbed back on the roof; a slow process, and removed my kitten traps so Gracie could be released to take care of her kittens. I only heard one baby crying Tues. and was scared to death a red-tailed hawk had grabbed one. Mark hauled mama Gracie up onto the roof in my double laundry bags, and let her loose up there. She took one look at him perched up on the roof, and took off down the tree!
You can just barely see the black baby boy to the right of his sister...milk...yum! They're about 6 weeks old.
A stressed out Gracie feeding the kids.She isn't feral, but has been through a lot of trauma.
That was one ordeal I never want to go through again!
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All of them are very adorable!
to you Jan.
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