The dump kitty is unable to keep anything down for a long period of time. I am concerned that he was poisoned while trying to stay alive at the dump and eating God knows what in the process. But, it is so unbelievably hot right now here, I am hopeful that it might just be the heat. 103 yesterday in the shade. There is a fan where he right now as I moved him yesterday to a larger area. I will keep my eye on him and I see that he still does have an appetite. I can’t take him to the vet right now. It just isn’t in the budget. I just keep giving him fluids and watching him and praying it is only the heat affecting him.
The five feral kittens are so unsocialized. George said the biggest male should be called Bullet because he runs like the wind when we are trying to medicate him. I can’t put them in the smaller cages in isolation- coccidia is so stinky, it wouldn’t be fair to ask them to inhale that air for even a half of minute. They are in the larger room off the back where there is room for them to run. So what if I have to scrub the floors twice a day? It’s just catching them right now that is the biggest issue so I can give them the medicine they have decided is probably going to kill them after all!
I wish I could give something right now. Things are pretty tight here. I’ll see what I can do. In the meantime, I hope it is just the heat for poor Zulu.
I am just hoping this is the heat and not anything else. I don’t mind doing this rescue work; staying up all hours, working with the sick and injured, praying and doing all that we can to keep these kittens and cats in health and moving them forward into homes. What I hate is asking people for money. It seems like that is all I do anymore. I kind of suck at it truth be told. But because we take the hard cases, we are always fighting to get ahead of the vet debt. It’s like a weight that is perched on our shoulders all the time. I have managed to whittle it down from $2,000.00 to $1,400.00 but I can’t take advantage of my vet’s good graces and stretch this out with more bloodwork that would be needed for Zulu along with other tests. He was vomiting up yellow jackets for pity’s sake. They were still whole and dead, but for some reason, he swallowed them! So please forgive me if in this blog I keep mentioning the money. Besides getting these cats and kittens homes, it is my biggest concern in my world at the moment.
Money is the overwhelming concern of every rescue-group, every charity, especially these days. Someone doing what you do would be remiss if she didn’t worry and ask about money all the time. It is what good nutrition is to the runner or what a favourable wind is to a sailor. If you don’t have it, the cats suffer. Asking for it doesn’t sound as poetic as asking for a full belly or a soft bed. But it’s just as necessary.