Lintilla, the little kitten that had been thrown from a car.
It has been just over a week now since we have had a new addition. The other Sunday we were driving home from a shopping trip. Now I have a knack for seeing animals at the side of the road and this time I saw a tiny kitten sitting in the driveway of Royal City Park. It was just sitting there looking very out of place. I turned the car around and pulled into the park. Both Tim and I got out and the kitten ran away. We turned the car around and proceeded to wait.
It the kitten had a Mum, home, or was feral it would have gone there. If it was lost it would come back. Inside I was really hoping it would go home. It was so tiny and out of place. About ten minuted later the little kit returned. This time I got out and tim stayed in the car. I slowly approached the kitten, crouching down and making high sounds. It didn't run away but hide in the bushes but I could still see it. I managed to get close enough to reach out and touch it is I wanted, but didn't for fear of scaring it. I started to meow and it meowed back and came closer. I then purred and it came up to me. I picked it up and it purred like mad. I heard no other meows coming from the woods.
The kitten was just starving. It was a bonerack without even a belly, you know the big potbelly that most kittens have. I took it over to the car and we started home. In the car I noticed I had some blood on my t-shirt. I then noticed that there way a black bit on the kitten's paw. I tried to get it off, thinking it was dirt. It turned out thatthe kitten's paws were bleeding. I turned her over and was shocked to see her poor little bloody feet. I just about cried. How could anyone hurt this little thing? It seemed it had been thrown from the car in the park.
Well she now has a home and is on the road to recovery. The vet said she was four or five weeks old and generally okay if not skinny. She purrs like a Mack Truck and is now playing like a regular kitten. Her name is Lintilla, or Tillywinks when playing.
