Kitten Cries, “Ow! Ow! Ow!”

6:03 A.M. Sunday, July 3, 2011 – Have been up since about 4:00 A.M. Began to hear an insistent and loud, “Help me! Help me!” but it didn’t sound like a human cry. Thought I was dreaming. Turns out, I wasn’t.

4:00 – 4:05 A.M. — I hear Don whispering to Noah, “Try to go back to sleep.”

I open my eyes and she’s standing over him. “Daddy, there’s a cat out there! It’s being really loud and it woke me up.”

Don, “Go back to sleep, it’s just a cat.”

“I can’t, Daddy, it’s too loud!”

I get up and call the security company. “There’s a feral cat outside my window and it’s really loud. It woke my family.”

“Yes, mam. We’ll send someone out to check it out.”

The crying continues, “Ow! Ow! Ow!”

4:15 A.M. — It’s a kitten! And it’s on my window ledge! It looks gray and like a siamese; there’s something on its whiskers. It begins to walk back and forth on the ledge. Noah gets my cell phone and tries to take pictures, but it’s too dark.

Say hello to Shadow.

I call the security company again. “It’s a kitten and it’s walking on my window ledge.”

“Yes, mam. I’ll add a notation to your first call and ask them to hurry.”

“Thank you.”

Noah, “Awww, it’s scared; and probably hungry and cold, too.”

4:18 A.M. — Kitten begins climbing the window screen! Up and down and across! It’s making a racket! Try to take pictures, but it’s too dark and we can only get pictures of what looks like a slug on our window.

“Poor thing, Mama; it’s scared. Oh no! It’s fallen! Look, it’s back on the ledge!”

It begins to climb again. My sister, who’s visiting for the weekend, wakes up. The kitten falls off for a second time. It doesn’t climb back up, but begins to cry again, “Ow! Ow! Ow!” over and over again.

4:30 A.M. —My sister comes into the room, but the kitten isn’t climbing back up again. We can hear its cries again. “It may have fallen off someone’s balcony and is hurt,” she says.

“I don’t think so,” I reply, “it doesn’t have a collar and it looks ragged.”

4:58 A.M. — Noah’s back in bed; my sister’s back in bed; Don’s back in bed. Me, I’m waiting to see if the security guy is coming. “Father, I hope the kitten lives until someone comes to help it.” I try to get some sleep; but I’m wide awake and it’s hard to sleep when a kitten keeping mewing for help and comfort.
The kitten’s cries are sporadic and quieter.

5:02 A.M. — Still no security guy; sprinklers go off! “Oh no! Lord, please help the kitten. Help the security guy to get here on time; it’s been about 50 minutes since I called and no sign of him. Hopefully, the kitten won’t get wet.”

“Ow! Ow! Ow!” Kitten appears to be directly outside our window, in the bushes. What to do! What to do!

5:05 A.M. – Don has to be up in 40 minutes to get ready for church; practice is at 7:00. I’m wide awake and so is the kitten. His mewing is quieter, just three “Ow’s” this time. I’ve been up for an hour.

5:15 A.M. — Kitten starts crying softly again. Sunrise; it’s lovely. Still no security guy.

Hello, Sunrise!

6:00 A.M. — Don gets up; kitten mews some more. I think its sleeping on and off.

6:30 A.M. — I call police and am informed that unless the cat is in a box or crate, they won’t come out and get it; neither will animal control.

6:35 A.M. — Call apartment security company for the THIRD time; talk to Priscilla. She gets more information from me; confirms that the police will not come out. Promises to contact the security guy with my phone number and that I’ll get a call.

6:40 A.M. — Don is outside calling to kitty, but it’s not coming out, just repeating, “Ow! Ow! Ow!” It sounds like, “Help! Help! Help!”

6:52 A.M. – Still no call; no security guy. I’m running on fumes; only two hours sleep.

7:15 A.M. — Ditto. Kitten mews.

7:22 A.M. – Am going to try to get some sleep and try to make it to church by 10:00. Oh, he’s crying out for help again! When is that security guy going to show up!

7:35 A.M. — FOURTH call to the security company. Spoke to Vickie this time. Once again, I provide her with my information. This time I’m informed that they only send emails to the security company; they can’t make them come out. I ask for their phone number and she can’t give it out. “It’s just the way it works,” she says.

I’ll keep you posted as to what happens next.

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