18/09/2024
In the rescue world, the term bottle baby elicits images of neonatal kittens, KMR, feedings every 2-3 hours, and exhausted caregivers. But it can be appropriately used in another, less common context: a cat with a bottle stuck on its head. You just never want to have to rescue that kind of bottle baby. But today was one of those days.
When I left to make an unplanned trip to Augusta this afternoon, I found my normal route was closed due to a car accident. As I took some back roads to get around the accident, I drove by an abandoned property and caught the sight of an odd looking cat. As a TNR trapper, youâre looking for cats even when you donât realize youâre looking for cats. I slammed on the brakes, backed up, and spotted a cat with what appeared to be a 20 oz soda bottle on her head. I pulled in, turned off the car, and slowly got out. As soon as she heard me, she turned around and ran, running straight into a tree. I calmly got a blanket out of my car (the only âtoolâ I had with me), but when I turned around, she was gone. I spent about 15 minutes looking for her, but no luck. I did spot 2 other cats that looked like her, so Iâll be adding this site to our TNR list. I left feeling devastated, not sure what to do. I knew trapping her would be hard, because trapping is all about food/hunger. Could she even smell with that thing on? I put some feelers out for a humane net and planned to go back when I could get my hands on one. But I couldnât stop thinking about her. I wanted to see if a drop trap might work, so I set off this evening. I spotted her next to the abandoned building as soon as I pulled up. I approached her and she didnât run. Let me preface this by saying I didnât know what the hell I was doing. Iâve never had to trap a bottle baby before. I thought if I could grab the bottle, she could pull her head out. So I slowly grabbed the bottle and gently pulled. She struggled to pull away, but that thing did not budge! She got away from me and ran into some prickly underbrush. I decided if I could get ahold of her again, I would try to get her in a trap. So I got a trap ready (stood vertically with the door open) and got a towel to wrap her in. She had gotten herself cornered under some thick, low growing brush, so I was able to grab her and lower her into the trap. I could tell she was exhausted. I used the scissors on my Swiss army knife to cut the bottle off her head. She was free!!! And she was stinky.
I have no idea how this cat got her head stuck in the bottle. There were bits of a cricket body, and what appeared to be a round foil-lined seal, in the bottle. Maybe she went after the cricket? Maybe there was something tasty on the seal? Or maybe something sinister happened. I really, really hope not.
BeBe is currently resting in a kennel equipped with a litter box, a comfy place to lay, and all the food and water she could need. She will be staying with me until she accompanies 19 other cats who will be getting spayed/neutered, vaccinated, microchipped, and treated for parasites this Sunday. Should she need a vet visit sooner, weâll get her one. But she seems surprisingly healthy.
I often think about the butterfly effect. If the vet hadnât been short on our microchips, and if that car accident hadnât happened, I never would have come across Bebe. And she likely would have suffered terribly. Itâs a good reminder that good things can come out of bad. I just hope the accident that closed Paw Paw Rd today was a
minor one.
One final thoughtâŠplease DONâT LITTER! It can kill, literally.
If you would like to contribute to BeBeâs care and surgery, and the surgeries of the 19 other cats this weekend, please donate!!