Kokie

A couple days ago I took a walk down to the next street where there are lots of stray cats. Actually on every street there are lots of stray cats. There are too many stray cats. But there are no mice or rats, so hooray for the cats. Occasionally you meet a tame cat, and I did, and stopped to pet it, which prompted a woman to ask me if I wanted a kitten. She didn't want it because she had four dogs. So she took me to the woman who had the kitten. It was tiny kitten, really too young to survive without its mother, but I decided to take it home. It could die just as well at my place as at hers.

It was nearly impossible to feed it. I had to soak milk in a cloth and let the kitten suck on the cloth. The kitten was always screaming. I kept it in a walled-in area outside. (I certainly don't need a house cat.)

Today I walked down the same street and two boys saw me--they must have seen me before but I don't remember seeing them--and asked me if I had their kitten. They told me they had bought some special kitten formula for the kitten and were going to feed it with a baby bottle. So I ended up giving the kitten back to them. It probably wouldn't have survived on cows milk. They will hopefully get a syringe or kitten bottle. I don't think they could master the trick of prying the kitten's mouth open while it tries to grab you with needle-sharp claws, holding a cloth in its mouth and dripping milk onto the cloth--a three-hand job really.

I believe I understood one of the boys to say the kitten's name was Kokie. Anyway, it sounds good. That's the fourth kitten I've tried to help. I'm not sure why people even care about them, there are so many.