Our Unexpected Pre-Baby Baby

So I have been a bit quiet on the blog lately but it has been for good reason. An unexpected pre-baby baby of the feline variety. Meet Velcro…

It all happened a few weeks ago when my husband and I were coming home from dinner and innocently stopped off to get some petrol. There were a huddle of teenagers standing out the front and one of them approached us and just said ‘Do you want a kitten?’. Pardon? She held out her hands to reveal the tiniest cat I have ever seen in my life. The kids had been out walking and heard a small squeaking coming from the bushes and there she was… all by herself. The girls said their mum wouldn’t let them have her and they didn’t know what else to do. Luckily my husband – who has one of the biggest hearts in the world – already had a look of love in his eyes. He had also shared a few bottles of wine with our friends which surely helped. Either way, we took her home.

To give some idea of her size…

Thinking about it rationally we knew this wasn’t the best time to adopt a cat. I am 8 months pregnant which means we are cutting costs as it is, my husband gets allergies and cats and babies are not the best mix (toxoplasmosis, the whole lying on warm face thing) not to mention I have a Pug with only one working eye! I dread the thought of a playful swipe catching little Pugman’s good blinker. But sometimes you just have to go with what is in your heart. The dogs are very excited by the new addition too – Pugman is quite obsessed with and cuddles her constantly whereas my other canine brute (Allen) is very much her plaything. And very proud of the fact.

“Can we keep her?”

We took her to the vet the next day where they told us she was no more than 2 weeks, which is insanely young to be away from ones mother. We got some proper cat milk (Cows milk is an absolute no no for kittens!!!) and took her home to bottle feed this precious 200 gram being. She could hardly muster more than a few steps without stumbling which sadly leads to the deduction that she was dumped. I went back to the roundabout the next day to look for other kittens or perhaps a mother but to no avail. It breaks my heart to think that someone would just abandon something so defenseless.

Her first night home… safe at last.

So I just wanted to share this little story for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it is amazing how much kindness you can see when you are looking for it. From the group of teenagers who stopped to look after her to the vet that didn’t charge us because she wanted to repay our good deed. I am sometimes guilty of getting caught thinking the worst of people but there really are some big hearts out there. Secondly, it got me thinking of all the gorgeous animals out there that are in shelters. These shelters are mostly at capacity which means that some have to resort to euthanasia and others have to turn drop-offs away who are then met an uncertain fate.  For some, like my little pudding, that may be the side of the road but for others it can be much worse. If you know that there is some extra (permanent) room and love in your home for an animal companion – even if it is a tiny gap like ours was – then please check out some of the shelters in your area. Why do we still have pet shops when there are so many beautiful ‘unwanted’ souls already in the world.

In Perth alone we have these fantastic organisations;

If you aren’t looking for a pet but still want to help, they are always open to donations and/or volunteers!

And last but not least I wanted to share some photos of her with you. Because I am a proud mum and that’s what we do.

Love is.

Bottle-feeding the little muffin!


A whole little life in my hands.

Quite the lady. Now pushing 600 grams.

Her savage alter-ego!

Peek-a-boo with Allen

My gorgeous big-hearted husband.

High Five for kitty!

Truly believing she was sneaking up on me.

9 thoughts on “Our Unexpected Pre-Baby Baby

  1. She will be the best cat ever!
    I’ve saved a little black kitten a long time ago, she was 3 wks old and her mother got killed. So I took it with me in my student room, she was quickly growing up and saw me as her mother figure, copying my moves. Sleeping with me and later when I met my husband she fought for her rights in my arms. She lived 13 happy years with me until she died of a brain tumor in my arms… the poor thing waited for me to come home from work to die, I get tears in my eyes writing this. That was two years before we migrated to Australia, we’ve got two beautiful new pussycats, but Puzzy was the best thing ever happened to me because she was special.
    The first years she went with me, sitting on my shoulder, everywhere, even on the bike, that’s why I had to put her on a leash, she loved it! Especially the little icecream cone she got when we passed the old Italian icecream shop where the old lady was so in love with Puzzy that she always got a little kitty cone ready for her, free of charge ;)
    Meet Puzzy:

    I wish you guys also many lovely years with this little surviver!

  2. Emily, I commend you and your husband on making this decision, despite your life circumstances. How selfless of you!

    Your story brought a tear to my eye as it reminded me so much of our own meeting with our beautiful rescued cat Isa.

    He is now almost 3 years old and the bond we all share is incredible. He is an amazing creature, and despite suffering some fairly poor comments and judgements from people close to us since adopting him, we love him to bits and would never do anything to hurt him!

    Tiny Isa and his 2 siblings were found in a Caravan Park where we were living in Mount Isa, QLD. At the time there was a terrible problem with feral cats and their mother was trapped and disposed of, the trappers completely unawares that she had just had a litter.

    I agreed to look after Isa and his sister one weekend for some friends who were going to find the tiny kittens homes on the Monday. I had to detach myself from falling in love with them as our lifestyle was very itinerant. (We were travelling around Australia at the time in a small Caravan and although desperately wanting a dog had vowed not to get one). My boyfriend came home from work that night and Isa immediately made a connection with him. By the next day Blake had decided he wanted to keep the little runt of the litter. I tried to convince him otherwise, but I’m so glad he stuck with it!

    At times it was difficult for us and Isa and I do regret some of the choices we made, but it made us closer and Isa is a healthy, happy cat. From the instant we decided to keep him, I started training him on a lead. It was neccessary for our lifestyle. Now he is a very well trained cat. He travels in the car quite happily, he socialises very well with people and he knows quite a few tricks! He is still learning to jump on Blake’s shoulder – but I guess it’s no easy feat as he stands 6 4″.

    I grew up in a very anti-cat family. I never imagined getting a cat. My parents are bird lovers and nature lovers in general, as am I. When I travelled with them as a child they witnessed a lot of the damage feral cats can do to native fauna and for this reason held a great distaste for the race. I don’t blame them for this perception, one that as a child and young adult I parroted. However, since adopting Isa I have come to realise that it’s not the cats that should be blamed. Cats become feral because of the lack of responsibility of pet owners who do not for example de-sex them or bring them in at night.

    Some people think it’s cruel the way we have brought up Isa and trained him. We try to keep him indoors and in an outside enclosure as much as possible, although it is tricky at the moment as we do not have our own place. He is a very good hunter so we have to be careful about when and where we let him roam free. He gets most of his exercise from walking on the lead, playing games with us and showing off/practicing his tricks.

    It is in a cat’s nature to hunt, I don’t deny that, I just believe that their nature can be explored and encouraged via other means but many people do not make the time or have the patience to try these options. It’s sad really, because cats are an amazing breed and can be just as communicative, cuddly, co-operative and compassionate as dogs.

    Sorry to go on, but your post inspired me to share this story. Also I wanted to applaud the wonderful thing you have done and let you know you’re not alone. Good luck with your gorgeous new arrival! I love the photos by the way – especially the one of her and Allen. She is very lucky to have four lovely play mates!

    Here is a pic of Isa if you’re interested: http://sphotos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash3/41227_432130568418_6957624_n.jpg

    • That is gorgeous Rhian!

      I have come up against lots of people that have commented about me being a ‘so-called’ environmentalist yet now owning a native animal killing machine. The way I think about it is that either way cats are going to be in this world… many of them feral and left to fend for themselves. I much prefer taking one in and will keep her as an inside cat. We are going to convert the side of our house into a ‘green house’ which will be locked off from everyone else and she can then have her little run without going near all our lovely birds.

      Sounds like you have made some amazing changes to your lifestyle for Isa and good on you for doing that!!! She’s SO SMALL in that picture!!! Just like Velcro when we got her!

      Anyway… who cares what everyone else thinks hey! We have both made the best decision in our powers with the best intentions and that is all you can really do in this world. :)


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