The story of Freddie's rescue

Since Freedom aka Freddie made his noisy appearance into our home on Saturday night, life has not been the same! He is such a vocal kitty that he makes his hunger and dislikes very well heard indeed. The moment I step into the house I can hear his plaintive mew to be let out of his box. But because he's so wee and tiny he can't be let loose to roam the house.

Freddie's story began some time back with a preggers mother cat whom we've been feeding out of the kindness of our heart. Now mother cat here gives birth about two weeks back somewhere else, so we don't know how many kittens she's had. Then all of a sudden, last Wednesday, we can hear a kitten mewing somewhere up on our roof! It seems that mother cat has decided to stow her kitty in an unreachable place under the roof but above the ceiling. *rolls eyes* All Wednesday and Thursday long, we can hear the kitten. Poor kitty was abandoned by its mother, who was spotted merrily strolling up and down the street without a care in the world.

Thinking that perhaps the kitten was in the attic, I volunteered to go up on Thursday night. Climbed the ladder and looked around, but no kitten, even though we could hear the plaintive mews clearly. Then we thought maybe the kitten was in the neighbor's attic. We informed the neighbor on Friday night and he too went up, but still no kitten. (Plus we even made an emergency trip that night itself to the Jusco nearby to purchase a feeding bottle and kitty milk!) We finally figured out that the kitten had been dumped into the small space in between our houses and inaccessible unless we could fly up the roof. A plan was hatched to call the bomba bright and early on Saturday morning to rescue it. But eventually my neighbor said he'd get his friend - a contractor - to go up and get the kitten tomorrow.

Saturday night we came home to find Freddie safe and sound in a flowerpot in the neighbor's home. Why a flowerpot? Because he was so small he escaped the kitty cage we had provided (legacy from the previous kittens we had). Freddie was no bigger than a hamster! (He's a wee bit bigger now.) Immediately we attempted to feed him using the feeding bottle and kitty milk, but Freddie was having none of that. He protested by wailing his wee lungs out and struggling feebly in our hands. Attempts to put the rubber teat in his mouth was rebuffed... He wouldn't sleep that night either, and mewed the night away... ... ...