It's not unusual to find tons of little carcasses laying around this place. All over outside, in the garage, heck in the house back when the cats could come and go as they pleased. **That's another story on it's own(insert eyeroll over the 'cat drama')
But yesterday morning, Meg's cat showed up in the garage with something a little larger than usual...And it was still alive.
I cannot stand it if I happen to catch one of the cat's playing with their prey.
Yes, I know it's cat behavior. Cat's are definitely not the most humane of hunters.
But I don't like to watch it, so I usually capture the poor, tortured prey and give them a second chance in the field next door. Who knows if they make it. Who cares. As long as I don't have to see them being tortured anymore.
The cats are less than impressed with me when I do this. Wished I could have gotten a picture of Deuce's face when he came through the cat door and I was standing there. It was a total "Oh Crap...There goes my fun" look.
He spit this out...
Just G.R.E.A.T (read heavy sarcasm there)...
A baby squirrel.
When I caught it, I wasn't sure it was going to make it. There was no blood or torn skin, but I didn't know if it was crushed inside or not. It was pretty freaked out....
I would be too!!!
So I wrapped him in a towel and put that on a heating pad and left him alone for a couple of hours. Didn't know if he was dying or just in serious shock.
He's alert now and his little ribcage feels okay. No sign of internal bleeding.
Found a couple of fleas though.
Oh yayyy...(again with the sarcasm)
I had no idea which direction the cat came from and this little guy looks to be too young to be on his own yet. Probably his first venture out of the nest and Yikes...Nabbed by a hunting fool of a white cat.
Once I figured out he was going to live, Meg and I headed off to the store...Pedialyte, kitten milk, a bottle and a syringe. Meg kept giving him a little Pedialyte until he was re-hydrated and then got a little kitten milk into him and he had a warm bath(as recommended). Today, I will hit the pet store and see if they have any of the recommended milk replacer for wild animals, as he seems to be quite willing to eat.
I think we have a pretty good chance of getting him raised. According to what we have been reading up on, another couple of months and he will be big enough to re-release. Like all of the other wild animals I've raised over the years, they usually stick around for a little bit and revert back to the wild quite well.