Inspired by Scribble

Leading up to and during the Holidays, we were under a blanket from the Arctic. This blanket kept us in the deep freeze and only broke today. But in between Christmas and New Year's our little town looked like a Christmas card with all the hoar frost all over everthing. Our fence is made from wire in 1 1/2 inch squares. They were solid with frost. It was the first time our dogs could not see out to the street from the yard.

Walking down to Artist's house was magical. All the cars were gone, so time seemed to fade away into the backdrop of the old houses. The only sound echoing was the snow squeaking beneath my feet. The blanket of frost in the air and over everthing dampened the noise of the town and highway. It was surreal and very enchanting to walk through a winter fairyland.

We still had the frost up until two nights ago. I know because at midnight we got a call from friends. GB (short for Gamer Boy cause he kicks our ass at video games) walks back and forth from work. He was walking back to work from his lunch break at home(he works nights) when he came across a mother cat and her five kittens who had been dumped. They oringinally wanted Artist's phone number to help foster the kittens for a night. Of course Artist sleeps like a log and couldn't be roused when they called. In the mean time hubby and I started looking up numbers with animal controll and the police. Hubby answered the second call from them and took the address. When we showed up, all I saw was bright red pj's of Miss S (the young friend of our daughter who moved in when Daught moved out). GB was up the tree rescuing kittens. He shimmied up the tree a good fifteen to twenty feet up the tree, grabbing each kitten and handing them down to us to put in a warm box under a toasty blanket in the truck. His hands were the colour purple by the time we got all the kittens. Unfortunately the mother cat was up another twenty feet up and was not budging. She was frightened, cold and injured.

The rule of thumb when rescuing, is save what you can. It just really sucks when you can't communicate that you are there to help and they don't understand. How could they, another human just tossed them into a back ally. Animal Control is doing all they can to save the mother cat but...I'm all too familiar with winter rescuing and my optamism is minimal. I think she is now under the care of the Creator. And I know when Hubby and GB cross, they will be met by a little cat, thanking them for rescuing her kittens.