DH and I were out working on a a motorcycle tag today. We were out on a dirt road looking for the tag, and had stopped to get our bearings and a couple of pictures. But while we were stopped, I heard a kitten crying. The sound got louder, and I saw a kitten come out of the wood line at the edge of the road. This kitten came straight up to us. The kitten wanted its back rubbed, and offered its belly to be scritched. We weren’t near a house. This kitten was used to people.
I’ve been around feral kittens before. Feral kittens won’t let you get within 2 arms lengths of them. They run away from you. If a kitten has been dumped, they’ll run up to you. This kitten ran to us. It even let us pick it up! In spite of being out on the bike and scooter, we couldn’t leave it there. DH took his toolbag out of the sidecar trunk, along with several things that weren’t good for kittens, leaving some rags and soft stuff inside it. The hack truck is no where close to air tight, so we figured it would be safest to transport the kitten in the hack trunk.
On our way back to the main road we ran into a fella who was walking up the road toward us. We asked him about the folks who lived around there and if they had any cats. He said that the folks there had dogs, not cats. They might feed some of the local stray cats, but they didn’t have cats of their own.
We got home, and took the kitten to the downstairs bathroom. Its our kitty quarantine place. We got the kitten in and I bathed her. I think the kitten’s a she. She didn’t have too many fleas, but had a good amount of dirt and dust. She may have ear mites, her ears are pretty yucky. DH is taking her to the vet first thing in the morning to get checked out.
Here’s a decent pic of her face as she was calming down this evening.