Meet Jammy: The Luckiest Kitten in the World

Greg spotted this little kitten first. He was in the garden, perhaps feeling safest there since there was plenty of cover and a fence to boot. He hightailed it out of there as soon as we appeared. That night, I found him racing out of the chicken yard as I came in to lock the chickens up for the night. He had been scavenging, eating some leftover pasta I had given the hens.

That was it. Maybe I couldn't keep him, but I wasn't going to let him starve. The next morning I called to him and he meowed back! All I had was dry dog kibble so I started with that. I set it down and walked away. He wolfed it down. The poor creature was starving.

He wouldn't let me get near him, so I asked my Facebook friends, many of whom are experts with cats and cat rescue on how best to approach him.

The best advice was to trap him or lure him with smelly tuna. Both worked! That night he had actually trapped himself in a trap set out for raccoons. I guess that was one way to keep him safe from predators. I moved the trap into one half of the chicken yard, separate from the hens, and set him free inside the confines.

He raced to the fence and tried to escape to no avail. He was trapped and he hissed when I came near.

I set a bucket upside down and sat down with a bowl of smelly tuna. He didn't trust me at first, but never let it be said that I am not persistent.

I spoke to him gently, never forcing myself on him. I left the food between us and walked away. When I came back an hour later, the food was gone, but the kitten was still there. Again, I sat down on the bucket and talked to him. Nada. He wasn't ready to trust me yet.

That's when I did something a little off center. I had brought out the heel of a loaf of bread that I was going to give the chickens. Instead, I offered it to the kitten. He didn't take it of course, but the smell of the bread was enough to break the ice.

I let the bread touch his cheek. He inhaled the aroma and I could see his little body soften. Again I stroked him with the bread and slowly started to pet him with my other hand. He started purring. I took a chance and picked him up. He stiffened but didn't resist.

I placed him on my lap then stroked him, looking for parasites and burrs. I was shocked when he closed his eyes and stayed there with no effort on my part. He had ticks, so after I petted him for a while I put him back down so I could get my tick remover.

When I returned he watched me carefully but didn't resist when I picked him up. I started grooming him again, pulling ticks as I found them. I brought food with me, but I didn't give it to him until I had finished my inspection.

He was nothing but a little skeleton, his ribs sticking out like piano keys. It was then I decided to bring him in the house. We have a nice bathroom that's rarely used and away from much foot traffic. I made him a litter box, brought out water and some more food. Several times a day I'd come in and talk to him.

By the next day, he was peeking around the corner and greeting me. He's still skinny, but his belly is full and he purrs and talks almost constantly when he sees me. He's quiet when he doesn't know I'm there so I have to assume this conversation is for my benefit.

My vet was out of town, but I took the little guy in as soon as possible. She thinks he's nearly 12 weeks old, but he was so malnourished he's a little stunted right now. I also thought he was a she! The first time I examined him, his little nuggets hadn't descended. One of them finally came down this week. Ha! In my defense his one testicle is the size of a radish seed. So Jasmine has become Jammy.

He's been given a clean bill of health despite his rough start. I'm hoping he and the dogs will give each other space because I'd like him to be able to come and go as he pleases. (We have a doggie door.) I prefer not to keep a litter box in the house. For now I'm keeping him confined until he's reached a healthy weight.

We haven't had a kitten in the house in 35 years so this will be a challenge--more for Iko and Nana than us, but we all have to share a space with our new child. By the way, he has Greg's eyes. Hazel green. :)

The bill for Nana's surgery was suck-the-life-outta-you crushing. And we lost our central air, so that's salt on an open wound--on a retirement income, no less. We really, really didn't need to spend any more money for a few months, but we couldn't abandon Jammy considering the condition in which we found him. I hope we get brownie points in heaven for saving this one.

Do you have any recommendations on how to get dogs and cats to get along? I'm more worried about Nana than Iko. He's just curious, but Nana can be a bit of bully. Luckily, Nana is still under 'house arrest' and must stay inside her little pen with limited exercise.