Our newest addition to the family,
Meet Cleo, aka Turnip or Bevie!
I went to the farmers market the other day with only a few minutes to spare to grab some flowers for a friend who was at the end of her life in a beautiful Hospice here in Santa Barbara. My morning appointment had ended earlier than expected so I was only just able to squeeze in a run to the market before they closed. As I was quickly picking out some flowers I overheard the vendor speaking to a customer about the kitten she had found and that she didn’t know what to do with her as she was only getting worse. My concerned cat ears perked up right away and I further heard that the vendor had no money to take her to the vet but that the poor kitten didn’t look good. A rather long story shortened I butted in and discovered a very dear and pathetic kitten completely unresponsive wrapped up in a towel in the van. After a bit of fast talking the seller gave her to me knowing I would pay for the care she needed. I literally dropped everything and ran the kitten to my car, drove my cat ambulance just as fast as the human variety to my vet and ran her into the office. They saw me bolting across the street and opened the door for me, took one look at her and whisked her to the back. For about 20 minutes they worked on her without stopping. They got her back from the brink and told me she had about a 50/50 chance of making it. They were not sure what was wrong with her but at the very least she was malnourished (her back bone was sticking up like a mountain ridge line), dehydrated, and hypothermic. If they could get her stabilized then they would investigate further to see if there was a deeper underlying problem. I went home with a heavy heart. There is nothing more sad than a sick baby animal. By the evening she was perking up a bit, although she could not be left on her own overnight. The clinic does not have an overnight attendant and I was hesitant to bring her to our home until we determined that she did not have any serious diseases. It was unthinkable to possibly infest our 45 plus cats. Our dear vet Dr Harmon took the little furry bundle home with her and got up every 2 hours to feed and check on her. To say we love or vet is an understatement to be sure! Dr Harmon got her through the night and the little sweetie improved quite a bit. By the end of the next day they determined that most likely she was simply malnourished and dehydrated. We brought her home but to be completely safe we created a most comfortable home for her in our flower delivery van with the idea that at the end of 5 days we would know for sure if there was anything more seriously wrong with her. We treated the van as a quarantined area, completely changing clothes when we entered and exited the van. To see this sweet TINY face looking at us with such big tired eyes just leveled us. We spent lots of time in the van, typing on the computer, reading and just loving her. We also got up every few hours during the night to feed her and make sure she was ok. Well… I am so relieved to report the she is a most happy and healthy 6 to 7 week old kitten whose back bone is resembling more of a hillock that a mountain ridge line. She is totally full of beans, running all over the place completely confounding the other cats and generally behaving like a normal sweet kitten.
By the way her name(s) derived from the following, Cleo just came to my mind when I asked her what we should call her. As soon as I said the name out loud she started purring. Turnip is because Dr Harmon was having a very hard time getting blood out of her (“can’t get blood out of a turnip”), and Bevie is the name of my very sweet friend that I was getting the flowers for. She passed away within the week and if it was not for her I would never have gone to the market and discovered the kitten in the first place. So the tiny little sweet bundle is saddled with a rather long name I’m afraid.
” Boy this modeling for the press release is sooo tiring!”