When I went out to feed my cats yesterday morning, I noticed that one of the kittens was missing. This had never happened before so I started worrying. When I went to feed them yesterday evening, I still found that the kitten was missing. I went all over the front yard and found it sitting quietly under a bush.
Davida, the little yellow and white kitten that's Dave's - tigron_x favorite and who I named Davida instead of Davy because it was a female kitten, is the one I speak of.
I tried to pick her up and she cried terribly. Upon further inspection, I saw that she had been attacked by something. Her little paw is just about off and her little hind leg is terribly mangled. I ran into the house to grab a pillow, and when I ran back outside, she was gone. I looked everywhere for her but never found her.
I just couldn't sleep last night. I kept worrying about her. This morning I went out to feed them again, hoping to see the little yellow kitten back. She wasn't. The tears rolled down my face when I saw all 7 bowls with food, but one of them without a little kitten eating from it.
This is exactly why I hate being an animal lover. It's just too painful. I swore once upon a time, when I had just one stray cat that I grew to love, and who one day never came back, that I would never again take in stray cats. But here I did it again. Now instead of worrying about one cat, like I did in the past, I'm worrying about 7 cats.
It pains me as you can not imagine, because I keep seeing the little yellow kitten sitting under the bush, as I did last night. She looked so tiny, sad and with pain. I keep seeing this little helpless creature in my mind and my heart is breaking. I still have hope and hope that she will come back soon, so I can take her to the vet.