by Batman » 22 Jun 2023, 18:17
Last year we rescued some kittens. They were walking around the neighborhood all hungry. We feed them and have them shelter. Eventually when they trusted us we took them home and adopted them.
Our Batman the leader one who was more like a loner was killed. She was the biggest and chubbiest. She had the cutest walk. Couple a weeks ago a cat started showing at our house, we feed her and just last week she showed up with her litter 4 cute kittens. We gave them shelter in our backyard. It created an issued with our Batman cause she was very protective of her sisters. We decided to keep our indoors while we found a home for mama cat and kittens.
Last night she was restless. She kept meowing she wanted to go out. It was already late night.
I grabbed her and started petting her and was meowing like when she was a kitten.
We heard noises in the back door. It was mama cat. My sister cracked door open to see what was going on and Batman took the opportunity and fled. She had tried before when my mom arrived from work and I was abled to catch her before she was out. This time I wasn’t lucky. We decided to give her some minutes cause she never went far. She would usually be by our front yard. Standing on top out cars. When we went out to look at for her she wasn’t closed by. Today would be my day off so I told everyone to go to sleep and that I would keep an eye for her. When they were still kittens and were starting to trust us, they would knock on a bell we have by the door to ask us for food. I thought Batman would be back and knocked like they did. Early morning and she still no back. It’s cold so I go out to look for her again and nothing. By 4 am, I asked my sister to go with me to look for her. That’s her feeding time and she never missed it.
We look all around our street and surrounding area and nothing. When we were about to head home, I told my sister let’s take this road home. We weren’t there long when my sister yelled there is a dead cat in the road. It was our Batman. That little white boot we would recognize it anywhere.
Our hearts broke. My little girl there lying live less while I was waiting for her at home. We already buried her in our backyard. I hit me really bad. I feel so guilty for not holding on to her stronger, for not going after her right when she left, for adding the stress of new cats. She didn’t deserve to die like that. Her little head was all messed up
I feel so bad
Last year we rescued some kittens. They were walking around the neighborhood all hungry. We feed them and have them shelter. Eventually when they trusted us we took them home and adopted them.
Our Batman the leader one who was more like a loner was killed. She was the biggest and chubbiest. She had the cutest walk. Couple a weeks ago a cat started showing at our house, we feed her and just last week she showed up with her litter 4 cute kittens. We gave them shelter in our backyard. It created an issued with our Batman cause she was very protective of her sisters. We decided to keep our indoors while we found a home for mama cat and kittens.
Last night she was restless. She kept meowing she wanted to go out. It was already late night.
I grabbed her and started petting her and was meowing like when she was a kitten.
We heard noises in the back door. It was mama cat. My sister cracked door open to see what was going on and Batman took the opportunity and fled. She had tried before when my mom arrived from work and I was abled to catch her before she was out. This time I wasn’t lucky. We decided to give her some minutes cause she never went far. She would usually be by our front yard. Standing on top out cars. When we went out to look at for her she wasn’t closed by. Today would be my day off so I told everyone to go to sleep and that I would keep an eye for her. When they were still kittens and were starting to trust us, they would knock on a bell we have by the door to ask us for food. I thought Batman would be back and knocked like they did. Early morning and she still no back. It’s cold so I go out to look for her again and nothing. By 4 am, I asked my sister to go with me to look for her. That’s her feeding time and she never missed it.
We look all around our street and surrounding area and nothing. When we were about to head home, I told my sister let’s take this road home. We weren’t there long when my sister yelled there is a dead cat in the road. It was our Batman. That little white boot we would recognize it anywhere.
Our hearts broke. My little girl there lying live less while I was waiting for her at home. We already buried her in our backyard. I hit me really bad. I feel so guilty for not holding on to her stronger, for not going after her right when she left, for adding the stress of new cats. She didn’t deserve to die like that. Her little head was all messed up
I feel so bad