Lost Boy

Out of the corner of my eye I spotted him yesterday afternoon in the center median.  No place for a kitten, not to mention, the temperatures were in the low 20’s and expected to drop overnight.

I told my wife, “That is someone’s kitten.  It has a collar.  I am going to turn around and see if I can catch it.”

I took the next exit/ did a 180, and headed back.  He was still there as I pulled onto the shoulder.  Traffic was not heavy but in the back of my mind, I knew if he wouldn’t come to me, and tried to run away,  I was just going to have to leave him….not that I wanted to, but chasing a kitten  with 75 mph vehicles flying by, less than 10 feet away, would not be smart….

I hated the thought of seeing a grey patch of fur the next day, on the side of the road,  knowing if I’d taken just a couple of minutes out of my day, it might mean the difference between life and death for this little kitten.

As i approached, it backed away.    I stopped, patted the ground and called “kitty, kitty….”  It came right up and wanting to snuggle.  First stop  after I got back to the car was  the vet clinic, to see if anyone had reported a missing kitten.


They also informed me, they were not set up to take strays.

The vet did scan the kitten to see if it had an identification chip.


Next stop was our newly opened animal shelter.

In talking to the receptionist, she told me no one had reported a missing kitten (yet), and there would be a fee if we were to leave him.

Things are a little tight right now, so that was also not an option.

Came home and posted a picture and notice on our local Facebook page.

Now we wait.

This is the most affectionate kitten I have ever met.  The vet was “pretty sure” it was a neutered male..so  until we know differently.  this kitten is a he. 😉

If he isn’t claimed, we’ve already decided to name him Toodles…. after one of the lost boys who used to hang out with Peter Pan.


Toodles the Kitten (if he stays)

“I am a lost boy from Neverland
Usually hanging out with Peter Pan
And when we’re bored we play in the woods
Always on the run from Captain Hook
“Run, run, lost boy,” they say to me,
“Away from all of reality.””

From the song Lost Boys by Ruth B



Another thing that struck me as I re-listened  to this song, was I (DM) have sometimes been called Peter Pan by Mrs DM….think we may need to start calling our place Never-land. 😉

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13 Responses to Lost Boy

  1. shoreacres says:

    Bless your heart. Day before yesterday, I was in six lanes of traffic when everything on my side of the road came to a stop. The door of a car in the next lane flew open, and a young woman jumped out and plucked a white cat from in front of the tires of the car ahead of me. That’s two kitties saved! Onward! (And kudos to you. I have saved a few turtles from traffic, but their slow pace make them better targets for an old woman!)

    • DM says:

      That sounds even more dangerous than my situation. I too have been known to help a turtle ;-)..although I have to say, I have eaten turtle and that sounds pretty good right now. 🙂

  2. Deb says:

    I think Toodles has a new home 😉

  3. Scott says:

    Sooo, did I miss the picture of the kitty??

  4. Kristina says:

    Toodles, I get to cuddle with Toodles when Im there, and did you say a NEW ANIMAL SHELTER??? might be my new job!

  5. That’s not a kitten! That’s a trainee puma.

    • DM says:

      its an optical illusion. the angle of the camera makes him look bigger than he is…I would say about 1/2 grown..unless, as you say, he is a puma..then we have a problem 😉

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