This time I was sure it was a young cat and thought perhaps it was a baby calling for it’s mother. I looked around the brush in the lot next door and saw nothing, no baby, no mother. I gave a meow call back to the cat and immediately it returned my call. I searched under the brush pile, calling, it calling back. For an hour or two I cleared brush away and trying to find where the call was coming from. At times it came from under the brush and other times it seemed to come from an old rusty shipping container that had been consumed by the bushes and trees.
The calls, at times, seemed to come from within the container but I could see through cracks, the container was empty no cat, no kittens. I climbed a tree to check the roof of the container – nothing. The meowing moved about. I was worried at this point that the cat was somehow trapped in some caverns under ground, buried under this pile of cut brush, bushes and sand. I knew it had raided very hard a day or two before I arrived and thought it was possible the entrance had collapsed trapping the cat inside. The meows were beginning to sound desperate. I had no tools, there were prickers and huge cut branches in the pile tangled one upon the other. I was diligently trying to pull out what I could and find an entrance of some sort. But this was a task that needed tools and help.
the beach, to make a path in from the other side. I still couldn’t find the exact location of the cat she seemed to move from the container area to under the brush pile, confirming to me that she must be underneath it all. It was now getting dark and kitty was calling less. I was worried. Chris arrived with shovel, rake and machete and began pulling at the side of the container to get in. Once inside she began working on the floor boards. I continued removing brush outside along with my husband. Erika arrived, put on her rubber gloves and began pulling up floorboards too. Chris and Erika felt certain the cat was under the trailer container somewhere. My husband was making holes outside under the container while Erika pulled up flooring and Chris dug holes inside. It seemed the cat was directly underneath and calling to us but we just could not get at it. We worked for another 1/2 an hour with flashlights, car head lights and determination but could not get at the cat. Finally, discouraged and worried, we had to call it a day. We put out food with the hope the cat would find a way out.
Not one of us slept well that night. I woke about 4 AM and went out on the side porch. I heard the cat call again. I was encouraged she was still alive but it was still dark. At daybreak I returned to the area and called the kitty. She called back, what a relief! I checked the container nothing, but I heard her call again from the brush pile and was sure we would have another day of trying to pin down where she was, wondering if she would make it through another day. I knew she was a young cat and I didn’t know how long she had been there. I called again and once again a call came back but this time it sounded so close, suddenly I spied it, the kitten came closer under a dense thicket but as I gingerly stepped forward she immediately backed up. I was ecstatic she was out and ok! Now I had to catch her and I needed help.
We were so thankful that we were able to rescue her. She was a tiny little thing, maybe 5 weeks old. Sweet and beautiful little tabby.
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| The little princess enjoying her comfy spot! |