Much like most of the country, the Pacific Northwest is being slammed with storms. Our rain was so hard last night that I heard something slamming itself against our security door. I had no idea what was going on- it was about 2:00 a.m. I opened the door to see Mooch, one of our true feral cats- huddling in the rain and wanting inside. I opened the door wider and he scrambled in along with a ton of leaves and wind and rain.
This morning, he has taken up vigil in one of the tunnels leading to the cat enclosure and is doing cat ambushes to any cat or kitten who dares to use that tunnel, Thankfully, we have two tunnels leading to the enclosure. This cat has never been indoors- never wanted to come indoors but 60mph winds must have changed his mind.
Also my bank called this morning on behalf of “giving back to those who give much” they have presented me with two big bags of cat food! I was blown away- the food is very much needed.
I do have calls in to the largest rescue facility in Oregon to ask them to please take these kittens and get them spayed/neutered healthy and into homes. I am waiting to hear back. I hope they will call me back. I thought with my heart instead of my head and brought all those sick babies here. Some are getting progressively healthier but others are still sick despite the drugs thrown their way. I just did a dump run to get rid of the soiled cat litter $165.00 for that disposal bill! 🙁 I didn’t think ahead on this at all. I pray they will call me back soon.
It’s funny that even die-hard outside-cats such as Mooch know where to turn when they really need help. I like his name: he clearly comes for the food, then buzzes off when his needs are met. Smart fellow.
Feral, yes – but he knew who to turn to when he needed shelter!
I saw a cartoon of a cat with the caption, “Outside cats are NOT your cats.” I answered back, “YES THEY ARE!”
And you’ve just proven it…
Mr Mooch is around 18 years old. We have had him for nine years. I guess he also blows out of the water the saying that outside cats live for about 4 years. We have had many feral cats living outside and some of them don’t make it- but our oldest was Cleo a beautiful manx cross and he was 22 years old when he passed away from squamous cell carcinoma.
MA, you always think with your heart, that’s why we love you! You were those kittens’ only chance, and you’re still trying for them. I have nothing in the bank right now, but I can send you a bit on Monday. Meanwhile, I’ll pray – including Mooch.
I think animal-rescuers pretty kmuch have to think with their hearts. How long would we last in this ‘business’ if we thought with our heads? I’ll see what I can send your way in the next couple of days.
Turns out they are a kill shelter and would probably euthanize some of these kittens because of genetic difficulties. Looks like they are stuck with me for the time being. One foot ahead of the other, here we go into the New Year-