The miaowing carried on through that night, so the next day when I woke up I went back to the empty house and climbed over the gate. I couldn't see anything but every now and then there was a gentle miaow. I knew there was a kitten there somewhere so I was loathed to give up and sure enough, camouflaged by the dry,brown branches of the Conifer trees that lined the wall was a small, weak ginger kitten. He was very scared and his hackles came up and he hissed at me, but I held out my hand with some cat food in my fingers and he ate it up straight away. He was scared and didn't trust humans but I knew I couldn't leave him there so with the help of my friend we managed to get him into the coal bunker in my garden. There he stayed all day yet that night he was back up the road miaowing again. His mioaws were getting weaker and weaker and somehow he found his way back to our coal bunker. So yesterday morning when I got up I thought to myself enough is enough. I went out and moved all the Flowerpots and the old car tyre out of the bunker and managed to get a hold of the scruff of his little neck. MAN! Did he bite and scratch! I have never known such a little kitten bite and fight like he did. Bleeding profusely yet refusing to let go of him, I took him into the house where he scurried away behind the kitchen bin. He was such a scared little thing, so skinny and dirty and smelly, all his bones were jutting out through his beautiful(yet filthy) ginger coat. I put a bowl of water down for him and the poor little mite drank in little sips continuously throughout the day. He even managed a drop of milk. Last night he decided to wander out and went under the coffee table in the lounge. We thought he was getting better. He let us stroke him and tickle his chin and he didn't like to be left alone, so we took it in turns to keep a vigil over our new house guest. The other cats of the house were not impressed at all, 2 of them refused to come inside the house, the other 2 were curious but wary. This morning he had moved to underneath the telephone table. He didn't look good. What strength had been used up in the last few days hadn't been replaced. His miaows were pittiful and weaker by the minute.
He died tonight at around half past 6.
I am happy that he died with water in his belly and the sun off his face and he died with the knowledge that 2 people wanted him and loved him for the short time that we were blessed with his presence.
And at least he had a chance for survival, something I think everyone and everything is entitled to.
at least he wasnt alone tho