Late on 2 May, we came home from our granddad’s 88 birthday celebration, all tired and eyes drooping. But trust btmao to spot a small dark shape slinking along the pavement and entering the common rubbish chute at the bottom of our block, which was of course open.
With the tell-tale pointy ears and kitty-creep, the critter was no rat. We clicked softly to get its attention. But still it disappeared into the darkness of the chute room after pausing for a while.
We approached and tried to entice the kitten out. But we couldn’t see a thing and didn’t have food so we went back up. Thereafter, we were not able to locate the kitten anymore. The only thing we were sure about it was it had a short tail and thanks to btmao, were fairly it was a tabby kitten.
Kittens are rarely sighted in Area1 since we have sterilised all the adults we know of here since 2007 and have continued to mojo-nab any that have entered Area1 since. So it was probably an abandonee or a lost baby. In any case we thought the kitten was gone for good when 2 weeks later, as we were reaching home after the usual daily office slog, we both heard a single meow. I didn’t see anything, but btmao stopped and pointed. To our left, peering out from a drain was a kitten, piteously wanting attention but wary at the same time.
Looking at the tail and the size, we believed it was the same kitten we saw going into the rubbish chute 2 weeks earlier. btmao had food, so she laid out service and we stood back to assure the kitten. Also, we could clearly see it was an agouti.
But even in its hunger it was careful and was hesitant at first
While the kitten ate, a kid ran past, and caused the little cat to scoot back into the safety of the drain. But it was apparently too hungry as it crept back out after a while and slowly tucked in again. We discussed the situation. I went home to prepare dinner while she would wait for him (he had meta-dongs, shall we say) to finish up.
But I had barely started cutting the veggies when btmao called and say he was friendly and trusting after food. In fact, he approached her after a luxurious stretch and rubbed himself against her. Fancy that. So we called Foster Mum and confirmed a place for him, I went down with a carrier and we hopped into a cab together.
Cody settled down to community living easily and was well-liked by Foster Mum and her helpers for his affectionate behaviour. However, he was obviously overwhelmed by being among so many cats as he tends to be shy and while ok with being carried by other people, tended to want to get back into his cage after a while. He is by all accounts, definitely trusting and not so anxious to return to his cage when it’s Foster Mum’s helpers who carry him. We had intended to put him up for adoption last month, but he fell ill. Thankfully he is now recovered and ready for adoption.