Baby Criminal Bailed Out!

It’s a little past one o’clock in the morning, and we are coming home after a nice walk on Ocean Drive, when we hear faint squealing. Right outside the police department, across the street from our house, stands a tall, young, Latin-looking policeman, holding something so small, it can’t even be seen. Lost in his huge muscular arms, the tiny peach colored fuzzy thing is squealing like mad. It’s a baby kitten!

“Where did it come from?”

“Something was squealing in the bushes,” – says the cop, “I thought it was a possum trespassing on police property, so I was about to call the animal removal people, but I went to investigate first, and here it is – a baby kitty.”

“What are you going to do with it?”

“Well, unless someone bails it out, our rule book says we have to take it to a pound.”

We heard the “p” word! There was a momentary hesitation: how would the two big cats, siblings who grew up together, do everything together, and rule the house together, take to the baby intruder? But the alternative was too terrible to contemplate! I took her into my arms and held her like a baby. The poor thing was trembling, but as soon as she felt the warmth of my body, she calmed down and went to sleep – like a baby.

At first we didn’t know whether it was a girl or a boy, so we came up with two names. The first priority, though, was to feed the baby. When we gave her a dish with kitten food, she almost inhaled it! We have never heard a cat making sounds like that while eating. She was ravenous – she must have not had anything to eat for quite a while, poor baby!

Once she ate her full, he became playful. She still wants to be next to Mama most of the time, but she also loves playing with toys, and she is a great explorer. Now we know – it’s a girl! She is about 4 – 5 weeks old, healthy, beautiful, and full of energy. As to the older cats, it was tough the first couple of days, but now they have accepted her.

Uncle Barmalei even lets her play with his favorite toy and catch his tail! He supervises her activities, to make sure she is safe.

The little trespasser is not a criminal any more; she is our baby.

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I am a semi-retired educator. I love to cook and I love to write. I am trying to combine these two for no other purpose but to share some of my old favorite recipes, as well as some new inventions, and to exchange food ideas and opinions. Kosher food is just like any other food – fun to create and fun to experiment with, especially if you get kids involved!

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54 thoughts on “Baby Criminal Bailed Out!

    1. I truly enjoyed your Hidden Art series. Looking forward to more interesting posts on your site.

    1. Good point, thank you! And little Pyshka thanks you for compliment and a lovely comment.

  1. Everyone was in the right place at the right time! If that officer hadn’t decided to check . . . if you had taken another path or been delayed . . .I think we have a miracle!

    1. My husband said the same thing. And now we have a little miracle baby in the house! Thank you for a lovely comment.

  2. hello baby criminal its dennis the vizsla dog hay i am verry happy to heer that yoo skippd the hole inkarserayshun process and went strait to permanent parole!!! all dogs and kitties shud be so lukky!!! ok bye

    1. Thank you friend Dennis! Nice to meet you – you are so sweet!
      Purrs and squeaks to you (I don’t know how to meow yet)!

  3. Kukla, Frannie and I just watched your kitty video. They think you need three more kittens as well. Imagine the fun!!! They have gotten big enough so all four won’t fit on my lap anymore..

    1. Which one is Kukla and how did she get a Russian name? This is what I call my granddaughters, all four of them!
      Pyshka is the first one who came to us by sheer serendipity. Although Beba and Barmalei had also been rescued, we got them already from a rescue organization. They tell me that one “terrible twos” in the house is more than enough for two middle-aged feline individuals to grapple with. She never stops!

      1. Kukla is the calico with the darkest coloring on the face and the white collar. When I was little, there was a favorite puppet kids show called “Kukla, Fran and Ollie.” Although we didn’t have TV in my part of the state until I was 11, I had heard the names and liked them so I named three of the kittens after them and the third I named “Roo,” after another kids’ show, Captain Kangaroo. That was what was on the TV every morning when I left for school. We only had one station.

          1. It means a doll, like Barbie doll, for instance. That’s why I call my granddaughters beautiful little dolls, although the older two are already objecting.

  4. Great story, Dolly – good to know more. The video wouldn’t play for me – the error message said to try again later, so I’m stuck on “pause.” The stills you’ve posted are darling, however.
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
    ADD/EFD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

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