So today my husband and I went to the store to look for Christmas garland. As soon as we parked I saw a kitten hiding under a truck in front of us crying and looking very scared. Before my husband knew what happened I was already out of the truck beelining it to said kitten. I get near it and it gets scared and starts to back away. I stop and am calmly talking to it when my husband walks up and sees what is going on. When he did the kitten darted across the parking lot and was now hiding between the back tires of a fifth wheel camper. I was so worried about it getting squished. Little kitty bro was obviously scared but acted like it wanted to come to me. A woman going to her car saw what was going on and said she didn't have any food or anything but he seemed like he wanted to come but was frightened.
We had just gone to the grocery store and I had some frozen chicken strips so I went back and got some to see if kitty bro would come to me for food. After several minutes he creeps out from the tires and starts to eat. Little dude was starving. I kneel down on the pavement while throwing chunks trying to get him closer. I don't realize it but I kneel in chocolate milk someone poured out. I've been lactose intolerant my entire life and have had a major milk phobia since I was 3. I realize what is going on and try not to puke. Don't want to scary kitty bro after all.
After a few minutes he gets within arms reach and I reach out to snag him. As soon as I do he flips around and is clawing and biting like crazy. I have a death grip on him. I wasn't going to leave him there to get squished. My husband comes over and peels him off my arm. He is now trying to eat my husband. Kitty bro is like 3lbs of demon terror. My husband is holding him at arms length by his scruff so neither one of them gets injured. Meanwhile I run in the store to see if they have a box we can put him in. I run back out with the box and as soon as it gets near kitty bro he starts freaking out and biting my husband. We decide to just open the back door and throw him in and then figure it out from there.
We get in the truck and pull over to the dog park where it is quieter wondering wtf do we do now. Then reality sets in. I was just bit over half a dozen times, blood is pouring, I have deep puncture wounds, and now we have a psycho at in the locked vehicle with us. Oh shit. Do I need a rabies vaccine? I'm almost definitely going to end up with an infection. All the while I'm thinking about the milk that has soaked my jeans and socks, still trying to not gag. I call my mom. She said to call the hospital and see what they say. They tell me it's a personal choice, if I want to get one I can go to the ER but that they typically don't give them for animal bites and that was all they could really say. I call the other hospital to see if they agree. They tell me I can go in and see what the doctor says and they will likely give antibiotics at the very least. They also tell me to call animal control to see what they want to do about the cat. I call animal control and they are closed.
We realize we can't see the cat anywhere. We get out and are looking for the kitten. Not under the seats, not in the bags of groceries, not anywhere. The only place it could possibly be is behind the back seats, which don't go forward and only have 3-4" of space. I slowly lift up the bottom to see if we can see back that way and nothing. My husband slowly lifts his side to see and nothing. Then I feel something on my leg, look down, and see nothing. My husband sees a black flash past me. Kitty bro was running for his life like a bat out of hell. He runs past the dog park, no dogs are there, but there were some teenagers playing on the swings. Two teenage girls jump up to run after the cat but he is long gone.
So now I'm sitting here with my finger coated in antibiotic ointment waiting until tomorrow when I can go to urgent care. Hopefully I get some antibiotics and don't end up with a nasty infection.
I just wanted to save him.
Kitty bro - 1, Me - 0.
TL;DR I tried to save a kitten from being squished in a parking lot, got over half a dozen deep puncture wounds, have to now go to urgent care tomorrow, hopefully no rabies vaccines, and still didn't save the kitten.
PracticeAsleep t1_ixbu37n wrote
Every time I've been bitten or clawed by a cat it's been infected. Keep it clean, use antibiotic ointment, and when where are you being clawed gets to the size of baseball glove then go in for IV antibiotics. Bless you for trying. Lesson well learned. Next time wear gloves.