Friday, June 16, 2017
What? You mean I'm 12 years old? I don't feel like an old lady, but maybe I am. I certainly am the oldest in our household! 12 doesn't really seem old to me, though. Well, I have been grumpier than usual, and my ear has been scabbing. Oh, that's not related to age, Mommy? I thought it was! I've been wanting to sleep more than usual. Oh, and I climbed up to the bed a few nights ago to snuggle with Mommy when Daddy was at work. I was feeling lonely. I tried again a little while later, after I'd gotten down for a snack, but I decided to step on the metal scrollwork of the divider screen instead of directly over to the bed. Not a good idea, because it moved and I caught a claw! Other than that, I wasn't hurt. It just scared me, but not enough to keep me from snuggling.
I'm going to enjoy today by snuggling, getting my ear cleaned by Little Bit, snuggling with Freya, eating, and watching our visitors. Last night, that included our raccoon friend, who didn't know what to do with a section of orange that was given to him! He kept looking for cat food, but all he got was the orange. Well, he had his cat food a few hours earlier. I guess he wanted more of a snack.
Thursday, June 8, 2017
Monday, June 5, 2017
Once there, they took you immediately into the back to stabilize you the best they could. You were still hanging on, but barely. The vet and vet techs were so kind to you. They wrapped you in warm blankets and gave you fluids through an IV. They tried to take your blood pressure, temperature, and heart rate, but the levels were not perceptible or only just perceptible. Your heartbeat was a soft flutter. The vet, Daddy, and Mommy knew what needed to be done, although nobody wanted to say goodbye to you this soon. Your blood vessels were collapsing in on themselves and the vet thought that there must've been a mass on your intestines that burst.
Mommy went in the back to say goodbye. Daddy sat and cried and Mommy cried and petted you. You were barely conscious, and going quickly. The vet gave you the first shot (anesthetic) and your chin immediately hit your paws. You didn't really need the second (actual) shot, but the vet gave it to you just to be sure. Mommy knew you were gone already. The vet tried to find your heartbeat but you were gone.
Mommy went to be with Daddy, and they cried for a while. The vet brought your body in to them, and they brought you home. Daddy dug a hole while Mommy opened the box for the rest of us to see your body. We all knew already. Autumn doesn't really know what death means, though, but she sniffed you and wondered why you were in a box. She thought it was weird that you didn't respond, so she sniffed you again. Panther sniffed you, looked you all over, touched noses with Autumn, and left the room. Mommy brought Tabby out to see. The others decided not to come over to sniff, because goodbyes had been said already. Daddy opened the box and lifted your body out gently, petted it, talked to you, then set your body in the hole and covered it with dirt and a cinder block to keep raccoons away.
Your body is buried by the roses in the backyard, where we buried Miss Marble and close to where we buried Carbon. You always loved flowers. We will never forget you, our idiosyncratic non-feral feral who knew where to go and what to do when she needed help. You did the first time we met you, and you did the last time we saw you alive.
Missy was between 8 and 9 years old, as near as we can figure. She came to us at the age of approximately 2 1/2 years old and was Daddy Scott's constant companion and chief snuggler. It took her a year to purr for him, but then she didn't stop. She tried to climb in coat sleeves when she got petted, but would bite if she felt it was too much. We love you, and we always will. You are at peace now, Missy, and out of pain.
Sunday, April 16, 2017
Happy Easter from all of us! Tabby went to PetSmart last weekend with Mommy Erin, JJ, and Mommy. She got her picture taken with the Easter Bunny and JJ! Everyone at the pet store loved seeing and petting her, and she learned a lot about bunnies and other small animals during the scavenger hunt that JJ did. She even brought back some Peeps toys shaped like bunnies for the rest of us!
The store didn't have the kitty-specific ones, so we got the ones with squeakers in them. Panther learned how to squeak them first, by sitting on one, then Dare bunny-kicked one, scaring herself when it squeaked. Freya tried her hardest to make another one squeak, but it wouldn't so she gave up on it. When Daddy or Mommy (usually Daddy, though) makes one squeak, Dare jumps and the rest of us run towards the Peep!
Keep away from those Easter flowers, and have a safe and happy Easter!!!
Friday, February 17, 2017
I'm hhhhhhooooooooommmmmmeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I know it's not the best picture, but I wouldn't stay still! I'm soooooooo happy to be home again!!!!!!!!!! I dropped off the face of the earth last year and stayed away for months!!! I haven't told anyone what happened to me yet, but I'm doing just fine. I've put on a little weight, but that may be from it being so cold this winter. I found lots of nice, juicy mousies whenever I wanted, although I had to hunt for them. I love hunting, though, so that's never a problem for me.
Daddy and Mommy are trying to trap my buddy Niss this weekend to get him fixed, so there is that trap on the deck again. I hate the trap, but it's one more reason I know I'm home, so I marked it with my scent by rubbing my cheek against it while I ate. Daddy was watching the backyard, hoping to see Niss out there so they could call him over to get him used to the trap, and he saw me making my way through the back gate! He couldn't tell from that distance who it was, so he told Mommy it was Niss, but she could tell when she looked out because I was in the middle of the yard by then.
I sat in the yard meowing for a while, then dove under the deck and came out with a fat, juicy mouse. I ran off with it through the back gate, but then came back just a short while later. I circled the yard, meowing, and both my purrents meowed back and talked with me through the windows. I went under the deck to rest for a bit, and then slowly circled closer to the food that they'd put on the deck. I was hungry, but I still wasn't completely sure if I was safe, or if I was dreaming and would wake up and not be here but somewhere that wasn't safe instead. Also, it'll take me a while to get used to the other cats again because I automatically am distrustful of others until I can smell them and they can smell me, even if I can already tell they're my family. That's how I was the last time I disappeared, too.
I ate while I talked with Mommy, and a couple of the others stuck their heads out the door to say hi. One tried to climb up on the trap to say hi to me, but I ran off and Mommy put her back inside the house. I came back within a few minutes, though. Whenever Mommy would try to shut the door after talking with me, I would walk over to the middle of it and yell at her to open it again. I didn't want her to go away! She would open the door back up and talk with me again. I didn't want her to reach out to pet me yet, though.
She eventually had to go take a nap, but she told me she would be back after a while. When she came back to the door, I was ready! I got more food, and reached out to ask her with my paw if she would pet me while I ate. She did! This is real! I am home! I got ear scritches, neck scritches, back scritches, and side scritches! I haven't stopped making happy paws all over the deck and purring! I even wanted her to rub my left ear like she used to when I was a kitten, and she remembered! I gave her love bites every so often to make sure she was real and hadn't dissolved. She and I even played a petting game like we used to, where she reaches for the top of my head, then I duck her hand and bump it with the side of my face, then play-bite (just a love-bite) and pull her hand closer to pet me. She remembered that, too!
She has to go back all the way inside now and close the door for a while, so I'm going to stay right here and reacclimate myself, even if I do have to be by that trap. I see Sherbet has learned how to play with Autumn, and things have moved around quite a bit in the house, but it's still mine and it's still home! I'll probably investigate inside, but it'll probably take me a few more days to set foot in there and properly greet everyone and everything.
Sunday, October 16, 2016
Happy National Feral Cat Day! Today is very important to me because I've never known the inside of a house. A feral cat, also called a community cat, is one who is wild and unsocialized to humans. Although I'm getting there, I'm not to the point of allowing the humans to touch me for more than one stroke of a finger on my head, side, or whiskers. Then I move away and hiss, or sometimes just look and hiss.
Mouses, but the house air feels warm and dry! I really want to be in that shelter, whatever the dangers are, but I'm not quite ready. I'm still too leery of what might be hiding in there. My friend Sherbet, who used to be a feral like me, lives inside now and won't come back out here. He decided once he was in, that it was his forever home!
Yep, Niss, you're right! I love it in here. I know you would, too, if you gave it a chance. While some ferals don't ever adapt to life with or around humans, some of us transition to life indoors. Once I was trapped in a humane trap and neutered, given my first shots, and got my eartip to mark me as a feral, I was brought back to be inside in the trap while I healed for a few hours. When it was time to let me out, the humans gave me that chance because that's the "return" or "release" part of trap-neuter-release (TNR). I, however, didn't want to go out! I bit the mommy on the thumb (not hard) and escaped inside the house! I've been given multiple chances to "escape", but I love my life inside. I don't trust that scary blinking thing on the wall that gives off a weird smell and emits strange sounds, and I also don't trust the daddy's electric recliner when it talks. I love playing chase around the house with the others, especially with Autumn, though! I also have a green bouncy ball that I play with for hours at a time. I love to get pets from the humans, and will brush up against their legs to tell them I'm there, then wait to be petted.
You can go to the National Feral Cat Day website for more information about cats like us, and please give your ferals an extra treat today!
Thursday, September 22, 2016
Today is Remember Me Thursday, lifting up shelter pets and those who didn't make it. It's unfortunate that many shelters and humane societies in the U.S. and around the world are kill shelters. The main ones in our area are no-kill or close to it, but that still means that around half of the shelters in our area do euthanize adoptable pets.
Today, the world comes together to remember, help, and adopt those in shelters. 164 countries around the world celebrate Remember Me Thursday. Think of how many pets are being helped today in various ways!
So, how can you help? You may think, "But I'm just one! How can I make a difference?" You do make a difference, every day. You can be an advocate for animals in many ways.
- Speak up about pet adoption! If someone you know wants to adopt, share information on shelters in your area. Along with the many "Heinz 57" pets like me, there are purebred cats and dogs just waiting for a loving home and family to belong to.
- Share information on kill and no-kill shelters. Get to know the shelters and humane organizations in your area and advocate for them. Even being against pet euthanasia, we still recommend kill shelters as well as no-kill shelters to people looking to adopt. Why? Because they might find their forever pet there, and save it from the needle!
- Foster a pet or five. Our family fosters and adopts out cats that people bring us. Right now, we have three fosters: Dare, Autumn, and Panther. Dare came to us from a friend, as did Autumn. Autumn was a "Craigslist kitten", probably from a backyard breeder. Dare and Panther, who showed up in our yard as a socialized feral, lived outside before finding people to take them in. I, myself, was saved from a kill shelter, along with my four boys. I'll tell you more about that later.
- Make or buy blankets to warm the floors of the cages for pets waiting adoption. Grammy created the "Read Me a Blanket" program: children read books, crafters sew, knit or crochet blankets, and for every book read, a blanket is donated to the humane society. It's a wonderful way for the community to come together to help shelter pets. The blankets are not only placed in the cages while the pets wait; families are encouraged to choose one blanket when they adopt their forever pet, giving the pet a connection and a safe place at their new home. Many families then use those blankets when transporting their pet to and from the vet. Think Linus' security blanket! Other organizations make and donate blankets as well. Many shelters also take clean towels to be used in the cages.
- Donate something off the shelter's wish list. Many animal rescue and adoption organizations have a wish list on their website. Any item you donate from that list is appreciated. It could be a can of pet food, a toy, or even an office item like printer paper. Everything helps.
- Spread the word! Share this post, others like it, and the Remember Me Thursday website on social media with the hashtags #RememberTheRescue and #RememberMeThursday to add your voice to the movement. We all count!
|Little Bit and her 3-week-old boys, first day being fostered|
|Carbon with Little Bit's kitten sisters, first week of fostering|
The people left the shelter with us, packed us all into the car, and drove two blocks away. They opened the car door and threw my mama out onto the street! They then went to eat, leaving the rest of us in the car. I hid, and the others couldn't climb out. When the people came back, they did a very sensible thing. They remembered that the people two houses down were "cat people" and rescued animals, because my sister and cousin were already with those people. All seven of us who were left ended up at the new house. That became my forever family, and the nice people adopted out my two kitten sisters and all four of my boys. One of my boys later on had to be euthanized because of a genetic intestinal issue, but he had a good foster family, and even a forever home for two weeks.
Please help spread the word and be a force for shelter animals! "Opt to Adopt" is not just a campaign slogan, but a way of life and a way to save lives. Please share the message with the hashtags #RememberMeThursday and #RememberTheRescue and check out the Remember Me Thursday website for educational materials, information, more shareable memes, and a photo contest to benefit rescues. Thank you for all you do for animals.