and our newest member of the family, a Keeshond/blue healer mix puppy was tossing a new born kitten up and catching it and it took me a while to get the lifeless body from him but I persisted and finally did. The new born kitten was lifeless and I dried it off and tried to find some life but no life was to be found. I reluctantly dug a hole in the back yard near where we'd planted some Arbor Day trees a few day before and placed the kitten it in and covered it up. It was a hot summer and the ground was like a rock so I wasn't able to dig the hole very deep but I did get a grave dug and placed the kitten in it, covered it up and felt bad about the whole scene. A few days later after work I'm sitting on the patio out back reading the paper and having a cold one and I hear a weak feeble little cry. I only have one ear so I couldn't find it as outside our yard was a field that wasn't kept mowed so the grass and weeds were knee high. The next day same thing I hear a weak cry and I think to myself that sounded like a kitten so I rush to where I buried the kitten and it really didn't look like the ground was disturbed any so I went back to the paper and cold one and then I hear it again and this time I think I see a little bit of something white out by the fence out in the tall grass and weeds. Finally I see it but it scampered away and I didn't see it again. I went in and got some milk and put it in a bowl and placed it where I thought I seen the kitten and went back and mustered up what ever it takes to see if it could be the kitten I buried a few days before and sure enough it wasn't in the ground. I'm on a mission then to save this kitten and so I sit out closer to the bowl of milk and sure enough after a while I hear the little cry once again and by then I know without a doubt that the new born kitten I had buried was what it was so I look and look and finally I find it and its so pretty and little and afraid of me or anyone but I finally coaked it to come to me or better yet I coaked it to let me pick it up, it was real weak, and well after a bit of holding it with my old big rough hands and placitn we made friends, we took it in and I fixed it a door in my shop so it could come and go, helped it to learn to drink milk and eat, mother wouldn't have anything to do with it at first but finally she took it in and we took her in. She was a wild cat that hung around our place and we'd see her from time to time but never to let us get close to her. The kitten grew into the biggest and prettiest white cat I've ever seen.
I'm typing this with watery eyes just thinking about the close call the kitten had and that it survived its first few days totally on its own after digging its way out of the ground.
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