Mi hija me llamó desesperada pues su mejor amiga había encontrado en su patio traserio una pequeña gatia de no más de 10 días de vida. La mamá de esta gatita estaba trasladándola de un lado a otro en su boca, caminado por una pared de tres metros de altura. Terminó en el piso sin saber cómo. La madre de la pequeña lloraba desesperada desde arriba de la pared porque no podía bajar a buscarla, pues tenía otros hijitos a su lado. La pared era depmasiado alta y no encontraron una escalera lo suficientemente alta para devolverle a su hijita a esa pobre mamá. Cuando llegué me encontré con una pequeñísima gatita, que me cabía en la mano. La envolvi en una sábana y la metí en mi mochila. Rápidamente la llevé al primer veterinario que encontré. Alli me confirmaron que tenía aproximadamente 15 días de vida y que se había roto la cara al caer. Sangraba su pequeña nariz. El veterinario me dijo que no me hiciera esperanzas, pues difícilmente podría salvarla, ya que aun no había aprendido a comer sólidos y no regulaba su temperatura. No me quedé con esa opinión y empecé a alimentarla cada dos horas con una jeringa que contenía leche para niños prematuros. Debía pasarle por su colita, despues de cada comida un trozo de algodón para estimular sus esfínteres. Dormía en mi cama, con una almohadilla térmica. Lo primordial era que su temperatura aumentara. Yo debía ir a trabajar asi que la llevaba conmigo en la mochila para poder alimentarla cada dos horas. Cada día que pasaba era un día más que le ganabamos a la muerte. Pasaron 15 días en esta rutina hasta que pude empezar a darle mamadera. Tomaba mucha leche y la tenía pegada a mi pecho día y noche. Finalmente me dieron la noticia tan esperada. Tu gatita ya está a salvo. Creo que ganamos esta batalla.

Si bien se quebró la nariz, se recuperó de esa lesión y al poco tiempo comía alimento balanceado y usaba su caja de arena.

Hoy, “Antonia”, tiene 5 años. Es una gata muy saludable, que me sigue por toda la casa y duerme a mi lado en mi cama. Su carita quedó un poco torcida, respira emitiendo un leve sonido por su nariz, un silbido y nunca aprendió a ronronear. Pero, YO SOY SU MAMA.

My daughter called me urgently, since her best friend had found a kitten, no more than 10 days old, in her backyard. The mother of that kitten was moving her by the scruff of her neck on top of a 10-foot wall. Somehow, the kitten ended at the bottom of it. The mother was crying desperately from the top of the wall, which she couldn’t climb down, since there were more kittens on the other side. The wall was too tall and there were no ladders high enough to return the kitten to this poor mother. When I arrived, I found a tiny kitten that I could hold with one hand. I wrapped her up in a blanket and put her in my backpack. I immediately took her to the first veterinarian that I found. There, they confirmed that she was about 15 days old and that she had broken her nose when she fell. Her little nose was bleeding. The veterinarian told me not to get my hopes too high, since saving her would be very difficult; she was not weaned and would not regulate her temperature. I rejected that opinion and started feeding her every two hours with a syringe that had milk for premature babies. I had to stimulate her with a piece of cotton, so she could relieve herself. She slept in my bed with a thermal pad. My main priority was to keep her warm. I had to go to work so I’d take her with me in my backpack, so I could feed here every two hours. Every day passed was a day we were beating death. It took 15 days for her to be able to latch to the bottle. She would drink a lot of milk and I kept her near my chest day and night. Finally, we got the news we were longing for. “Your kitten is safe. I think we won this battle”.

She recovered from her broken nose, and shortly after she was eating regular food and using the litter box.

Today, Antonia is 5 years old. She’s a very healthy cat that chases me around the house and sleeps next to me in my bed. Her face is slightly crooked and she wheezes very lightly; she never learned to purr. But I AM HER MOTHER.