She was a sweet girl and the tamest of all the ferals. For some reason, she got up into the car. As I crossed the bridge over the bayou, I heard and felt that I had run over something. I knew what it was. This is not the first time for me. How I had always hoped I would never feel that or hear that again.
I looked out my rear view and saw her look at the car and then scramble — in the worst possible way — off into the jungle that surrounds the bayou. I stopped and thought about looking for her, but what could I do? I couldn’t take her to an emergency vet — I knew they wouldn’t take a wounded wild animal. I knew from the time it happened before that a small kitten’s body has no chance against the weight of a moving car’s tires.
I told myself that after Harry disappeared, I wouldn’t get so attached to these wild kittens, but I got attached to Baby. She never strayed from the backyard or driveway. Then she dies away from home. I am sad.
She was born between a fence and a neighbor’s old storage building in the backyard. He brother got separated from the litter, and after his mother didn’t retrieve him, I found a crazy old cat lady who took him in. (That was enlightening — a moment I will always remember as ‘I don’t want to end up there’.
I tamed one of her sisters — Robyn and she went to Houston SPCA and got adopted. Her other sister, Tilly, was always hostile. I caught her and tried to tame her, but nope, that kitty girl is to this day one wild cat.
I could never tame Baby, though I got her to be friendly enough. She was the last one I got spayed. The first time I took her in, the guy at SNAP called and said she had green slim coming out of her nose, so they couldn’t spay her. A couple of weeks later, she trusted me enough that I could scoop her up and with Roberto’s help, get her in the trap and finally spayed.
She had an idyllic life, though too short. She lived in a jungle, full of bugs, lizards, squirrels and birds, beautiful birds. The day she died, she got caught in an okra bed, stalked a squirrel and a beautiful cardinal.
I went back twice yesterday and then again today to look for her, but not very hard. She’s food for something and in the end, aren’t we all?