I had been volunteering at a tiger and big cat "rescue" in Indiana (a HORRIBLE place that was shut down a few years later) for a while. It was heart-breaking but I was hoping that MAYBE they just needed a few more volunteers to help it get 'back on its feet'. So for a summer, my husband and I went on weekends to help out.
The very last weekend that I volunteered at this "rescue" I overheard the 'owner' saying that they had multiple female cats all give birth to kittens and they were sick of them. They had decided to dump all the kittens off somewhere (I was praying it was a shelter). I couldn't stand the thought of over 40 kittens being dumped somewhere. So, I asked the 'owner' if I could see the kittens.
They all looked sickly and not well taken care of. Most were under 8 weeks closer to 5 or 6 weeks. I was about to give up when I found 4 TINY black kittens in a corner. They couldn't have been more than 3-4 weeks old. I asked if he was taking them away as well and he said yes he was done with the kittens.
As I looked over the four kittens the largest kitten meowed, indignantly, when I tried to pick her up and I fell instantly in love. The little girl had called out to me. I was sad that I couldn't save them all, but at least I saved my Gizmo. It took some work but I raised a healthy happy cat. She is now 9-years-old. I have also moved to a new state and work at a REAL tiger Sanctuary. I didn't give up my love for tigers just because of one bad situation, and Gizmo reminds me every day why I do what I do.
Real sanctuaries don't breed (even little cats). My Gizmo has the heart of a tiger (a lazy tiger but a tiger). It just goes to show you that good things can come from horrible situations with a little love and kindness.
Eureka Springs, AR