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I took a page from Jessica's book, and decided to share Pixie's rescue with you. I think you'll be surprised at who raised her! This was also written for a rescue site.
Pixie’s Rescue
by Jeanie
Pennsylvania, USA
It was very early in the morning when I was awakened by one of my collies' continual barking. My ten year old son soon came to the bedroom door. "Mommy, Laddie's barking at a little black kitten. It's crying and crying in the window well near the porch." My mother collie, Sari, was lying beside my bed. She was an "earth mother" if ever one existed, and had just had a false pregnancy. I answered my son while still half asleep. "Give it to Sari. She'll take care of it." He brought the tiny kitten into my room, and I fell asleep immediately. The whole episode might as well have been a dream.
When I awakened, I saw Sari nursing and bathing a tiny black kitten. She was as happy and contented as if it were the puppies she thought she was going to have! I was so pleased-- until I picked up the kitten. The poor little girl had running diarrhea-and I had given her to my show collie to care for! The kitten was all black with a tiny drop of white nestled under her chin. Her bright blue eyes reaffirmed what I had already surmised. She was very young, too young to leave her mother. I called the vet and made the first appointment of the day. Since I had an hour before the appointment, I quickly made some formula for the kitten from canned milk, water, and a bit of Karo syrup. But the kitten was unable to eat from a dish. She was too young, and had never learned.
The vet had better news for me than I expected. The diarrhea was not caused by disease. It was caused by someone snatching a four week old kitten away from her mother and littermates and leaving her in a stranger's window well. She was in good health, but the shock of abandonment had upset her tiny digestive system. Armed with medication, little Pixie and I went home. The diarrhea soon stopped, and her collie mother bathed and nursed her. I don't know if Sari had enough milk to nourish her, but Pixie had all the mother love a kitten could want. Many times a day I went into the bedroom and dipped my finger in formula for Pixie to lick. It took only a few days for my new baby to learn that the milk was coming from the bowl, and she was soon able to lap up the formula like a pro. Nevertheless, she kneaded and nursed from her collie mother, and kneaded the tummy of Laddie, who had initially found her and called for help.
Pixie lived for sixteen more years. There were many things about her that remain unforgettable. She liked to lie under the covers with me and put her paw on my lips to sleep, and her purring was the loudest I have ever heard. She had great dignity, so much so that our other cats immediately accepted her. Eventually, she became the alpha cat, regardless of the fact that she was younger and smaller than our big neutered male. She continued to cuddle with the collies until the day she died. Pixie and I had a special bond that only another cat owner would understand. Her dignity and loving nature will always be remembered.. She was The Royal Pix, raised by seventy pound collies and dearly loved by her human family. She was special. She was found in a window well, but found a home in my heart.
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Pixie’s Rescue
by Jeanie
Pennsylvania, USA
It was very early in the morning when I was awakened by one of my collies' continual barking. My ten year old son soon came to the bedroom door. "Mommy, Laddie's barking at a little black kitten. It's crying and crying in the window well near the porch." My mother collie, Sari, was lying beside my bed. She was an "earth mother" if ever one existed, and had just had a false pregnancy. I answered my son while still half asleep. "Give it to Sari. She'll take care of it." He brought the tiny kitten into my room, and I fell asleep immediately. The whole episode might as well have been a dream.
When I awakened, I saw Sari nursing and bathing a tiny black kitten. She was as happy and contented as if it were the puppies she thought she was going to have! I was so pleased-- until I picked up the kitten. The poor little girl had running diarrhea-and I had given her to my show collie to care for! The kitten was all black with a tiny drop of white nestled under her chin. Her bright blue eyes reaffirmed what I had already surmised. She was very young, too young to leave her mother. I called the vet and made the first appointment of the day. Since I had an hour before the appointment, I quickly made some formula for the kitten from canned milk, water, and a bit of Karo syrup. But the kitten was unable to eat from a dish. She was too young, and had never learned.
The vet had better news for me than I expected. The diarrhea was not caused by disease. It was caused by someone snatching a four week old kitten away from her mother and littermates and leaving her in a stranger's window well. She was in good health, but the shock of abandonment had upset her tiny digestive system. Armed with medication, little Pixie and I went home. The diarrhea soon stopped, and her collie mother bathed and nursed her. I don't know if Sari had enough milk to nourish her, but Pixie had all the mother love a kitten could want. Many times a day I went into the bedroom and dipped my finger in formula for Pixie to lick. It took only a few days for my new baby to learn that the milk was coming from the bowl, and she was soon able to lap up the formula like a pro. Nevertheless, she kneaded and nursed from her collie mother, and kneaded the tummy of Laddie, who had initially found her and called for help.
Pixie lived for sixteen more years. There were many things about her that remain unforgettable. She liked to lie under the covers with me and put her paw on my lips to sleep, and her purring was the loudest I have ever heard. She had great dignity, so much so that our other cats immediately accepted her. Eventually, she became the alpha cat, regardless of the fact that she was younger and smaller than our big neutered male. She continued to cuddle with the collies until the day she died. Pixie and I had a special bond that only another cat owner would understand. Her dignity and loving nature will always be remembered.. She was The Royal Pix, raised by seventy pound collies and dearly loved by her human family. She was special. She was found in a window well, but found a home in my heart.
