Or trying to at least! This kitten season has been so out-of-control this year. Hawthorne, the sweet Siamese rescued from a farmer who could have gave a rip that he had two beautiful Siamese mixes in his woodpile- sadly succumbed to a flea-born illness. His sister, Fog is doing just fine. I have placed her with the other kittens because her and Hawthorne were so close.
Scotty, the little mackeral tabby stuck in a letter box in a steel yard and left to die, well, he didn’t. He is alive and hungry all the time. He yowls his tiny head off when I turn off the lights- so I leave a small night light burning for him at all times.
The gleaner kitties-still not named because they are so new, we are just moving easy with them. I was able to hold the little black girl this morning and was amused to see out of the corner of my eye, the other boy sneaking down off the top level of the cage and peeking at me around the corner of the cat carrier. It was as if he was saying “are you really safe? Or are you going to hurt me?”
McGee and Donovan, the cow kittens and Piper and Pippi the torties had to have their spays cancelled. They were scheduled on the fourth- but one of my barn cats vanished for a few days and when Axle came back, he wasn’t acting right. I confined him, but he continued to slip slowly away from me so today I ran him to the vet. They suspect an abscess (though no one can find a bite wound) and he is heavily impacted. In order to pay for this Saturday emergency visit, I had to dip into the spay and neuter fund.
Fog has decided, she is “Pop’s” kitty. She plays with the mouse when he is on the computer and somehow, this tiny 2 month old siamese mix knows when Mike’s blood sugar is crashing. She will climb up on his neck and snuggle down and keep his neck and head warm. When his sugar drops he gets really cold.
I guess you could call the state of my life- Mary Anne’s madness. My cats come first before all else. I shop at thrift stores, clip out cat food coupons in record time and lug huge bags of stall dry home in the trunk of my car. I am pretty much committed to making sure these kittens and cats have a chance at a life that offers them love, comfort and security. That’s my madness. My friend says it is my Gift- sometimes though- when I unfortunately get to look at the dark side of humanity, it seems more like a curse.
My friends and family think the worst of me because I take care of 24 cats , I’m broke all the time, they come first. People tell me , dump them in other people’s yards, that’s just wrong to do, that’s why I’ve got so many cats. Getting where I can’t afford to get the girls spayed, but have only 3 left to do. I know I’m not the only one out there. Wouldn’t trade any of them for nothing.
What city/state do you live near? I live in the Seattle area. We have a number of low cost spay/neuter nonprofits nearby. Bless your kind-hearted soul! You make a difference!!
Love to see there are orher crazy people. I’m 67 and after a lifetime of working,get only a small SS. I am very careful. Volunteer at my local shelter. My friend and I adopted a little dog together. We share expenses. I started tnr here in my new neighborhood. I have a part of my basement set up as recovery area. Trying to get community envolved. It’s hard. I do what I can. I have my 3 senior cats from when we had our farm( all rescues). I am fostering an extremely shy senior lady u til she’s adopted. This keeps me busy. I just wish wealthy people would give a little to help these causes.