A wee kitten under the house meowed piteously all day.
Before sunrise, I heard its tiny cry.
In the late morning, it was mewing again.
And as the sun began to set, its itty bitty voice was raised in despair.
At first I thought that perhaps the Mama Kitty had gone off to hunt, and baby was just hungry and missing her. But the longer it went on the more I began to wonder if Mama Kitty was coming back. By evening, I began to speculate that the rest of the family had moved on, and this little one was left behind.
As much as I don’t want a bunch of feral cats around reproducing, this peewee tugged at my heart strings.
But how was I to rescue it? It’s under the house — directly under the bathroom, from the sound of it. I went outside to investigate where the hole had once been. The hubs had blocked it up (to prevent cats and other animals from getting underneath), and while I could pry the metal siding loose, I’m sure I frightened the kitten by doing so. When I opened it up, I didn’t have a very good view of the underside of the house, and I couldn’t see the wee one anywhere. I was also unable to leave it open enough to provide food for the kitten while also keeping other animals out.
I went to the other side of the house where there were two other holes that have also been shut. Only one seemed likely. I just slightly pulled away the items blocking the opening, and next to it I placed a milk crate that inside it had a jar lid, in which I had put a little cat food. I’m hoping the milk crate will keep other critters out and will protect the food for its intended recipient.
For a while, the kitten quit crying, and I was hopeful that it found the sustenance I left for it. But less than an hour later, I heard it again, so I’m not sure.
I guess I’ll check in the morning to see.