Hi all, its been a pretty crazy day. Thanks for stopping by, I'm interested in what you guys think.
So, it was probably 11:30 or so today, and my sister was over visiting. She and our mom and I were sitting outside talking in the backyard, when I saw a kitten come into view. I saw it there a month before one morning and tried to get its attention (to see if it was healthy or needed help) but it went back into the pen and I didn't see it after that, though I started to put water near the pen after that, just in case.
(We have a big pen in the corner of the yard to throw yard trimmings into. its full of blackberry vines and we've also known opossoms and even rats to stay there sometimes, and a couple of years ago a wild kitten ended up there that we raised and kept. Mom went down there to throw vegetable trimmings away, and the poor thing tried to lick tomato juice off her fingers. now hes fine, though.)
The kitten is pretty skinny, and was badly infested with fleas. Luckily for her, my sister once did a cat rescue program, and since we have lots of pet cats we had just the right stuff on hand to help. We gave her flea medication (some 'Advantage', adjusted for her weight so it wouldn't be too much.). there were over 300 big fleas on that little cat; the largest ones were the size of ants. It was so bad that my sister had to help pick them off her, and the baby got so tired scratching that she started falling asleep even while some of them were on her Face.
Throughout the day, she also ate a whole can of cat food, and drank a ton of water. We made plans to take her to the vet tomorrow so she could get treated for worms (going on the assumption that she'd been eating frogs/lizards and who knows what else, and to be sure she didn't have a tapeworm. Also to get bloodwork to see if she was anemic. Too many fleas can actually kill kittens; it messes with their blood and saps away vital nutients. Sis estimated her age to be about 12 weeks; so since they can get pregnant at 4 months, we got her at the perfect time to prevent wild litters.
The rest of the day was chaotic fitting the baby into our routine, but really nice too. She's a real cuddlebug, and made herself at home pretty quickly. It was about 8 pm and dark outside when a few people walked past the house and asked if we'd seen their kitten.
They hadn't seen her since that morning, and wanted to ask since our yards were close together. Someone in the family rescued a bunch from where they worked, and she was the one they decided to keep. We were even shown a picture on a cell-phone. its the same cat.
Incredibly, mom pretended not to recognize the picture, so I had no choice but to play along. We told them that we'd keep an eye out for her, and as soon as they were gone and we were back inside, I told her that we had to tell the truth. this was why she was so nice; she had people who missed, loved, and were worried about her. The picture we were shown was of her sitting on someones shoulder in a kitchen, taking a selfie.
Mom doesn't think that they deserved to have her back because of all the fleas she had. She said that it felt like turning a kid back over to an abusive family. I said that while not everyone takes care of their animals very well, if they hadn't cared then they wouldn't have come by looking for her.
The three of us that were there this morning had a speaker-phone call over it, and we figured that the only way not to look like evil, lying douchebags (my words, not theirs) was to have her spend the night and say we found and medicated her then, but didn't want to wake up their household by brining her over too early (it's important that they know not to give her more of that flea stuff before a month has gone by or she could get sick).
In spite of myself, its hard to keep a firm vision of right and wrong here. It's hard to unsee the mental image of that kitten letting my sister pick dying fleas off her face, and imagining all of them coming back--let alone the idea of wild litters springing up when so much can be avoided just by spaying this one cat now.
Its also terrible to think about that worrying family who doesn't know what happened to her and why she didn't come back home.
Even if mom tries to keep the kitten secretly with the gameplan of never telling our neighbors the truth, It's impractical because we also have freakin Windows in our house. What could she possibly say for herself?
It feels like there is literally no 'winning' situation here.
TL:dR A kitten was found that needed care, her family came by looking for her that night. My mother does'nt want to give her back because she doesn't think they'll take good care of her as she grows up. I think its bad that they didn't manage her flea situatin, but that its Freakin Heartless to kep that cat from them! And I'm disgusted by her attitude, knowing her family misses her. I also want the cat to be well taken care of though, so no solution really jumps out as being 'right' its just all different shades of fucked up!