The Challenge Known as Misty

Misty had recently vanished for a week. When she returned, she looked so haggard and thin. I could see she was fighting an URI. I could also tell that she was extremely dehydrated as her third eye was almost covering her eyes. What do you do when you have a feral cat who absolutely wants nothing to do with humans? I do have to wonder what she went through before she arrived here. But now it was not time to dwell on thoughts.  I had to put a plan in place and activate it.

I went over to the feed store and bought several feeder mice that were already deceased.  Using a large syringe I pumped so much fluid into these mice they looked like balloons. I also for good measure added some liquid antibiotics. In her heyday, Misty was a great hunter. She would always bring trophies up to the house and drop them on the steps. She would make quick work of them so we generally only got the leftovers. She would stand some distance away looking quite proud of herself when I would come out of the house and scream when I saw her treasures. LOL

I am happy to report after she has had a week of these manipulated mice. She is doing much better. Her breathing is no longer ragged. Her third eye vanished in just a few days.  She also is now drinking on her own and eating a lot better.

I have no idea how old this cat is  when she arrived here I had my horses and that was years ago. The vet put her at about three years old at that time, so she has to be at least 20? I think for her it’s going to be a matter of just coming out one day and finding that she is deceased  Even looking so haggard and thin as she was I didn’t think she’d have energy to move away from me and I was wrong.

Thankfully,  I have only had a few feral cats that have behaved in this manner. I would say though looking back at how they were towards the end of their lives, she is the toughest to deal with. But at least I have found a way to give her fluids and medicine without her being wise to it.

I knew in deploying this method that there would be a possibility another kitty would take her treasure from her. But I also knew that when she did have her prey in her possession she would vanish under the house or wherever she could find a place to get away and she would make short work of the mouse or the frog or whatever she decided to catch. She even brought me a garter snake one year.  So I took that chance that she still had that strong prey drive despite her depleted state

What will happen next is completely up to God. I can only make use of the tools that I have learned over the years and living and loving these wonderful, totally misunderstood creatures.

I know it’s early. But I’ve seen Christmas trees on top of cars already. I just wanted to wish all of you a Merry Christmas,Happy Hanukkah or however you celebrate the season. May we all wake up in 2022 to a kinder world  God Bless Us, One and All-

 

 

 

 

Tis the Season

Winter has arrived earlier than predicted this year. Temps in the lower 30’s this morning. We opened our last cans of wet food  yesterday. If anyone happens to be in the Christmas spirit a bit early  and can find it in their hearts (and wallets) to send us Friskies Shreds, we would appreciate it more than you know.

We have been adopting out to barns and homes, several of our cats over the past few months, our sanctuaries are now down to 14 cats. No one else here can leave as they are either to feral or have issues no one else would like to tackle.

Some folks have a misconception about adopting out barn cats. They seem to believe that all we have to do is capture up the selected cat and drop her at the barn. She will be fine running free and eating mice. The reality is, the cat has to be able to be caged up to 6-8 weeks inside the new barn. You have to feed, water and clean litter pans on a daily basis. Some folks don’t want to put in the work, and some cats would come unglued inside a cage and try to attack anyone helping them. Once they are released, you still have to feed them daily and deworm them every 6 months, most farmers don’t want to bother.

Misty is hanging in there, she has gained some more weight but not enough to get her through the winter on her own. I have filled the last half of Mike’s shop with straw for her and Crazy Eyes and Goblin and Twist to sleep warmly. Temps are supposed to drop into the low 20’s in a few days…

Going to be skipping the Holidays this year. I am just drained on all levels. My primary focus right now are my animals. Kota goes to see the specialist on Jan. 4th. He is still losing so much hair still and his appetite is so low . 🙁 I hope they can figure this out. It is quite worrisome.

Approaching the 3 year mark, the time when Mike left us. This year, I see that my path to grief has now included the healing process. I welcome this new path with open arms.

First Step Towards Trust

Goblin has been appearing on a regular basis every morning and evening right before feeding. The other day, I knelt down on the ground and opened up a can of food. I gently clicked to him, which is the sound I make with my tongue against the roof of my mouth when I’m feeding. He slowly came to me and allowed me one brief pet. Then he backed away into the bushes. Unlike Twist, Goblin did not try to swat  me or make me pay for this intrusion.

I know that someone either owns him or has owned him. He shows every tendency of wanting to trust but being afraid to take that chance and get hurt again. But he absolutely has no feral tendencies at all. I did notice this morning that Misty was up on my neighbors fence two houses away which is not like her at all. I had to wonder if goblin had something to do with the distance. So I went ahead and set up my trail cam near the feeding platform to see if I could figure out why this new behavior of Misty is showing up.

For the first time in five years, Little Creek at the back of our property is now flowing. It’s not flowing very quickly, the water is not stagnant but there isn’t a lot of it yet. But we have 15 days of predicted rainfall. My hope is the creek will fill and start to travel bringing back the fish the frogs the salamanders and all the other life that used to hang around in the waters. I really miss the beavers. They have abandoned their dam years earlier. If the water does come back full force I’m hoping they will rebuild their home and take up residency again.

I am learning to be self-sufficient once again when it comes to things going wrong here that need fixing. I am relying heavily on YouTube for problem-solving. I feel a great deal of satisfaction (although some might think it odd) my gutters needed cleaning so badly and I have successfully managed to clean out all of my gutters and it is amazing to me because I suffer from such a fear of heights. I did it as safely as I could. Thankfully staying off of the tall extension ladder and I am happy to say that all my gutters are cleared out just in time for the next downpour

Kota is doing a bit better  he seems to be having more energy and is getting interested in life again. I am supposed to be giving him a bath every week, but I realized three weeks into this process with yet another new shampoo that this was exacerbating his problem of losing hair. So I have stopped the weekly shampoos

Instead I lean on him to tell me when he is uncomfortable and needing ointment put on his belly and legs  If I see him sleeping on his back with his legs straight up in the air, that is my clue to grab the Nystatin and rub him down. Another signal is he gets these really bad blister-type sores under his legs  The ointment will cure the problem but the problem will reoccur  when I see him laying on his side and wrapping his one leg around the other to keep it off the ground, that’s when I grab more ointment and apply it.

December 21 is when we go to the specialist. It was the earliest appointment they had.

I am still missing my husband, but my path in grief is now in healing. There are no more gut-wrenching sobbing moments where I lose control and can’t stop myself from crying. (Can’t say I’m sad to see that part of it disappearing). It has been replaced with a realization that what happened to him was the best thing that could possibly happen because of the amount of pain he was in towards the end.

My oldest stepson called the other day and we talked for quite a while which is unusual because David does not like to talk on the phone. Because this is the time of year when it was all coming down on top of everybody. He just wanted to talk about his dad. I found myself sharing with him the final moments with Michael. As I told him what took place, I told him he didn’t need to share it with his brothers or his sister but I just wanted someone to know how Michael spent his final hours  Dave is the family historian and I didn’t want something to happen to me without letting Dave know how peaceful Michael’s final day was for him. I believe I was able to give Dave a smidgen of peace and I hope it brought us closer together in the sharing.

well I hear the thunder starting. I need to get off my couch and go feed the cats and turn on cat beds so they will be warm and toasty tonight. I ran an extension cord out from the house to the barn and plugged in several cat beds and weather is supposed to dip down into the 30s in the next few nights. Not exactly sure what that’s going to do with my electric bill  Time will tell. Right now I am feeding on the dry food because that’s all I have. But my cats are not suffering and we’re not even into winter yet although it feels like we are.

Love to all who drop by to read this blog. Stay safe, love each other fiercely and hug those furry ones who desperately need you

 

 

The Goblin has Landed!

Just in time for Halloween, he has found a place of safety and sanity away from hands that may do him harm being that he is a black cat. Twist was in an awful state this morning. At first I attributed it to the fact that I had overslept for the first time in many weeks. I was behind a couple of hours. (Kota and I had a pretty rough night together.) When I got closer to the feeding platform and saw the feline welcoming committee,I did a double-take. Instead of three black cats to greet me there were four!

For the first time since his arrival, I was able to see Goblin clearly. Similar to Crazy Eyes, Goblin is cross-eyed. Unlike  Crazy Eyes, whose pupils do this frenetic constant dance ( hence his name). Goblin’s gaze is steady, one can clearly see that he is cross-eyed.

He met my gaze, so I slowly blinked my eyes, lowered my head to reduce the threat and continued my walking. Before today I have only seen glimpses of him seconds in the night. I could see out of the corner of my eye that he was still stationary and hadn’t fled yet. As  I walked, my mind was processing all I had seen. Goblin is short-haired  he is pitch black, he is extremely skinny, his ribs are pronounced. I knew he would flee the moment I returned to look at him  But I took the chance that he wouldn’t. It failed. As he turned to run away from me, I could clearly see the unmistakable signs that he had tapeworms. It was time to return to the house and form a plan of action.

The next time I returned, I was bearing individual plates of food instead of trays. Each dish contained wet food, diatomaceous earth, L-Lysine and ground up pumpkin seeds. The diatomaceous earth was for the fleas, the L-Lysine for general health and the ground pumpkin seeds for the tapes  At the last moment before I left the kitchen, I had broke open a few pouches of donated fancy feast tuna and broth and dribbled all of the juices over all of the offerings as a final temptation.

Using ground pumpkin seeds to kill both the adult and the eggs of the tapeworm has its drawbacks. First it doesn’t magically kill them overnight as Drontal or Pro-fender would  Secondly, when you deal with outside cats who want nothing more than staying as far away from you as possible. You have no way of monitoring who is eating how much food. I have learned over time using this process and working with it, that if you start with a very small amount of canned food and add the seeds mixing well. You have a better chance of success that all the cats will eat only out of their individual saucers instead of getting more than the others.

I have also learned, the finer you can grind the seeds the better you are with the cats accepting them  The seeds don’t appear to have an odor, but the texture can be off-putting to some of these carnivores  Once the plates have been licked clean, more canned food comes out along with dry.

The pros are: It works! I will admit I was skeptical when I first learned of this process, but working through it and tweaking it has shown me that it can indeed work. It is so inexpensive compared to the chemical route, not to mention so much better for the cats overall. If one cat gets more than he’s given, it won’t hurt him  It’s a micro bacterial fiber but it doesn’t even produce diarrhea. The powder passes through his system easily. Yes, the preparation is a bit arduous for the human. But the human doesn’t have to donn on their Hazmet suit, set-up traps or try to barehand-catch and medicate their clowder  This method is a win-win for both sides. So much less invasive.

Goblin will be pampered with good food, clean water and a safe harbor to ride out his days  Looking at him I estimate he’s probably just over a year old? Hard to tell unless you can see the teeth, I’m not anxious for that experience, thank you very much. He’s right on time too- not only to escape what sometimes happens to black cats on Halloween, but he’s also landing on his choice of a variety of heated cat beds when the temperature outside is reading 34°F. Welcome to my world, Goblin  I am so pleased to meet you.

 

 

Goblin is no longer spooked

Mr. Goblin has finally decided to join the group.I have been seeing him more often in the last two weeks than ever before. This could be because the weather which they’re calling the “atmospheric bomb” has frightened him into deciding that joining the group and sleeping out of the elements is preferable to sleeping outside.

This morning I was able to get close enough to him to see that he has indeed been neutered. Doesn’t come as much as a surprise to me, because if he was a Tom, there would have been fights for dominance in the night. All has been peaceful. He is still a bit skittish around me, but his love for canned tuna dissolved his apprehension of me checking to see if he was a boy or a girl. Perhaps tomorrow I will be able to flea treat him and deworm him.The only kitty that is upset with him being here is Twist  They are both the same size and they are both black cats. But Twist is a female and she is very dominant.

 

Limbs coming down

The heavy rains are affecting my trees and not in a good way. They are so thirsty from not having moisture for so many years, the limbs have dried out and become brittle. With all the added rain that’s been falling in the last 48 hours, my limbs are falling down everywhere.

We are supposed to have continued rain for the next week or so. I think at the end of it, once I do clean up, my burn pile is going to turn into a bonfire. Although we are allowed to burn right now I feel very uneasy due to all the recent fires. I may just wait for the next burning season to open up before I attempt to burn again.

It’s quite interesting to me is that my  creek is still dry even with all this rain. I was looking at pictures the other day when we first moved here and the water was coming clear up to the bottom of the house. That hasn’t happened for about seven years now. I remember how confused my horses used to be, when the fish and salamanders would be swimming in their pasture. Racer would look at me and cock his head as if to say “But mom I don’t eat sushi!”

Falling Short

A few days ago we had an unexpected frost. I believe that Fall is going to be a short one this year and Winter is planning to hit hard. My outside cats are at a bit of a disadvantage. Before they did the build, I had electricity to several outbuildings which were turned into cat enclosures. That unfortunately is no longer true. So I have piled on the straw inside these buildings and made them as weatherproof as I possibly can while still leaving access to the cats to get out 24/7 if they need to. Misty, although she does still appear to look quite scraggly, she has more energy and is eating better.

This year my vet debt is such that I will not be able to pay it in full at the end of the year which makes me sad. This will be the first time in over 30 years that this will happen but times are hard and Covid has not helped things. I will just take it a day at a time

I am also going to be mixing dry food with canned food through the winter. Just to stretch the food out longer and hopefully get the cats through the coldest stretches without issues. Buying canned food locally is becoming a bit of a challenge. They tell me there’s an aluminum cans shortage which I’m not sure I buy, I think more it’s just a supply and demand problem. I know I have washed out and recycled over 1 million cans during my time in rescue.

I had to take Magoo into the vet last week. His eyes were looking really strange. It didn’t look like conjunctivitis, he didn’t have a cold, he just had these severely swollen eyes rimmed in red. His eyes were so swollen that they were slanted when you looked at him. The vet was really puzzled and tried him on several different eye ointments  which made him worse  Finally I decided to just stop putting the ointment in his eyes and instead put warm compresses on his eyes as tolerated. It must’ve felt pretty good for him because he would lean into it and sit there for at least 10 minutes or until the wash cloth got cold.

his eyes are doing much better and yesterday I believe I solved the mystery of what was wrong with him. He and Ashley have been sleeping together recently. Something that they haven’t done since being returned. As kittens they were virtually inseparable. Ashley has been licking his face in an obsessive manner. She did that when they were kittens and they were always together. But she was honing in on his ear. She would lick it until it bled. Now she’s doing the same thing to him with his face and his eyes

I believe he’s had enough because now he sleeps in the dog kennel and she sleeps on top. I try to split them apart every time I see them together. Yet they still don’t groom on their own  Ashley just sometimes gets this obsessive licking PTSD behavior. I’m just glad I figured it out because we didn’t know what was going on.

I am relieved to say that after more testing they have ruled out Cushing’s on Kota  There are now two lanes of thought for him  Because of his passion for water. (He is always jumping into rivers, lakes, streams you name it he’s in it if there’s water involved). They believe that he must’ve picked up some sort of foreign organism in the water  I was given a broad-spectrum pretty intensive de-wormer to give him for three days  they also gave him a shot to help alleviate the hair loss and the itching. Unlike prednisone this medication had no side effects. It was prohibitively expensive but it had no side effects.

The other theory behind his ill health is that because he is such a mixture of breeds and not just pure shepherd that he is inheriting something genetically from one of those breeds. He is Siberian husky, boxer, black lab, Dutch shepherd and German Shepherd according to the AKC in Portland when I sent his DNA in.

When I’m talking about the vet debt, I am not talking about his treatment. I’m talking about the cats. It’s been a hard year because of the burn kitties and all their issues, the loss of my seniors and other health care  What is going on with Kota is on me  The vets tell me that if this current treatment does not work they want me to take him to see a specialist. The only problem is she’s booked until mid January. So I’m hoping that what we are doing now. New medication’s, adding supplements, vitamins and another change in diet will turn the tide  I am so relieved and grateful that it is not Cushing’s as first feared

well the day is waking up. We are supposed to have two weeks of solid rain starting tomorrow. Boy do we need it. I need to go out and harvest the walnut tree before the rains hit. We have been without rain for so long that the walnuts are not good this year. Most of them have turned black and mushy because of the vinegar fly invasion. So I want to rake them up and put them in the burn pile before the squirrels come  they can get really sick on spoiled walnuts. For some reason they don’t have the instinct to not eat these mushy black walnuts. I have a friend coming in a few days and he’s going to take my walnut tree completely back. He’s going to take all the firewood and all the salvageable walnuts in payment for the job. I’m good with that because this tree is probably 100 feet across now and taking over my backyard.

Those of you who might still be reading this blog that I am not that consistent with these days. Thank you for still visiting. I worry about those I no longer hear from  I almost wish I could do a roll call to see who is out there. But I imagine most everybody is now on social media platforms and it is my personal preference to stay off of those. I have my reasons. At any rate stay safe, love each other and give your furry ones a hug. When you can spare a prayer, throw it my way  We can always use them.

 

 

 

Discoveries

This morning, when I woke up, I realized that the challenges that face me ahead are unlike any before, that I have encountered. It’s simply a challenge to go out in public these days, for it seems as if some of the public have lost their minds. Or, perhaps, I have lost mine? On this path since Mike left,  I have had to face I was never alone. The obstacles at times that seemed  unsurmountable, became bearable because of Kota. He was there by my side helping me cope with the crazies. Right now, looming before me is the very real possibility that my wonderful friend and companion does not have very long to live.

He started getting sick immediately after the first dog attack, about 9 months ago. He was losing his hair gradually, he was licking, itching and feeling quite miserable. Kota was panting, much like the engine in the beloved storybook I grew up with “The Engine that Could” did going up that steep mountain. He would climb on my bed at night and it would shake in rhythm with his rapid breath, as if we were caught in a minor earthquake, until I couldn’t deal with it anymore and would ask him to please get down.

He couldn’t get enough water. He has large milk pail size water buckets in the house. At that time, there were two. He would drink them dry several times a day. Today,  there are six total and he drinks them all dry regularly. He would pee like a racehorse and several times, he would have accidents in the house. Something he hadn’t done since his first night with us.

My vet swore it was a flea allergy. Kota does not have fleas. I don’t allow that. In rescue, I have seen the damage those tiny black parasites can do to animals and it is extensive. I spray my yard every year, I feed (food grade) Diatomaceous earth crystals to the outside kitties..

Kota started getting hives all over his body, his hair would fall out simply if I petted him. Not just individual hairs but clumps. After that initial attack, he has since been jumped (unprovoked) six times now! I knew something was wrong with him that was not an allergic reaction and all the prednisone he was on during that time was not helping. My vet was insistent, it was fleas.

Two weeks ago, Kota vomited up blood. A lot of it. He had a vet appointment a few weeks out, but when I called the clinic in the morning and told them this new development, they asked me to do a drop-off. They couldn’t do an actual appointment. I cancelled an appointment I had in town and immediately took him in.

I have seen him go from a bright, vibrant loving dog to a couch potato with no energy left in his body. From a dog that loved to walk with me in the forest for hours, exploring all scents he follows with his nose, to one who cannot walk 30 minutes without lying down and quitting. He is three years old! He has weakness periodically in his rear legs. He can’t at those times jump up on the bed or into the truck. I bought a ramp, but so far he won’t use it.

I started thinking about all the unprovoked attacks. Some so incredulous that they defy logic. The homeless man in Sweet Home with a black lab that tries to jump into the back window of my truck when I am driving, to attack Kota! Kota does not provoke these attacks. I know people who own aggressive dogs that say “their dog will never hurt anybody” right before that dog goes to attack another dog. I am not in denial, Kota is the most easy-going loving dog I have ever had or even met.

I thought about the attack from a “service dog” in Walmart that jumped out  of his “bed” at the bottom of the shopping cart and went right for Kota’s legs! It was a small terrier,. The pitbull in Bi Mart without a vest who wanted to kill Kota. He was, according to his owner, “an emotional support dog” but she “forgot” his vest at home.

That’s when I realized that the vets were wrong. Kota was not being attacked because he was “big and black” or because the dogs who attacked him were the equivalent of a “schoolyard bully and saw an easy target” but because he was sick and his smell was different, off-putting, challenging to the other dogs who all had one thing in common, an aggressive streak. So after all the training that I have put into this dog, I have retired him from service. He is just my dog now.

The vet kept him and observed him. He called me and told me that Kota looked really “rough.” (That was an understatement). He said that Kota was dribbling urine almost continously and they had discovered his urine was dilute and full of bacteria. He said the x-rays did not show any obstructions. I told him the vomit had also contained a lot of Kota’s hair and would hair show up in a film? The answer was no. His best guess at this time was a severe UTI. He wanted to run bloodwork. I gave my consent.

Kota’s kidney and liver rods are off the chart. He is on a pretty powerful antibiotic (I also started him on a probiotic). He is getting worse and not better. Cushing’s Disease was mentioned. Cushing’s is a disease of the adrenal glands. It can be caused by dog fights, over-use of pred, and various other factors. When the dog is stressed, it will rear it’s ugly head and the dog will pay in misery. The test to actually determine Cushing’s is prohibitively expensive and stressful. The dog has to stay at the vets for four days and endure repeated bloodwork and urine tests.Cushing’s  is not curable and the meds to manage it range in the thousands of dollars. (They are the equivalent to what cancer victims have to pay for for their meds.) The cheaper “off-label drugs” are not that much cheaper and again, there is no cure.  The only symptom of Cushing’s that Kota does not currently display is the pot-bellied appearance as the liver becomes so enlarged, the abdomen swells.

So I have started him on Melatonin to reduce the panting and anxiety. Some other holistic herbs and oils  are recommended to keep him steady. I am looking for a holistic vet, but unfortunately, Delta is rampant here and no one is taking new clients. We are in a wait and see moment. Are we going to see the excessive shedding stop? Will all the flaky skin he is losing stop happening? He could qualify easily for a Head & Shoulders commercial. Will his appetite come back? Will he stop panting like a steam engine? Will he just continue to be a couch potato disinterested in the activity and energy around him?

I don’t know the answers to these questions, but I do pray to God a lot more now than I ever have. I pray for healing, I pray for knowledge that I do the right thing to alleviate all the stress in his life. It is unfortunate that the last attack on the 14th of Sept was perpetrated from a new neighbor’s dog. I cannot let my dog outside unsupervised. (Not that I ever did anyway). I am not the type of dog owner who just leaves a dog outside all day to run, or sticks them in a small kennel in the hot sun, or puts them on a chain run. This dog, when she sees Kota (no matter where he is  on our property, she goes into prey mode. She wiggles and tries to escape the collar that is attached to her run, or she charges her fencing in her small cement enclosure.

Yesterday, I made my neighbor aware of his dog’s actions. I told him (and I meant it) that if his dog gets out and goes over the fence to attack Kota, it will end badly for her. Not a good way to start a neighborship, but I am over hearing my dog scream in panic and pain. Kota has not ONCE in all these attacks bitten the attacker or anyone trying to get them apart.

So now, the challenges become deeper. Not only do I have to go out in public occasionally , but now I have to do it alone. My best friend, my companion the part of the glue that has kept me together since Mike left, is no longer at my side. He is either waiting in the truck, or he has been left at home alone waiting for my return.

 

 

 

Misty Update

She looks like she is rebounding. That’s one thing I love about black cats, they have remarkable healing capacities if they can find a place to go to ground and sleep. I have been putting in the wet food, feline transfer factor, L-Lysine and food grade dichotomous earth crystals. It seems to be paying off. Her weight looks better, she’s not so scruffy and she’s no longer limping. It’s a great relief because with this weather coming she’s going to need all the strength she can get. Thank you all for your prayers and support. Hopefully the crisis has been averted.

 

 

Careful Where You Step…

The much-needed rain has arrived. It started pouring hard last night around 11 PM and it did not stop. When I went outside this morning at 2:00 AM to feed, I couldn’t open the back door. All my cats were clustered on the steps. It was raining so hard and they were so frightened, they are used to being able to get under the house out of the weather. With this access cut off from them, their only recourse was to crowd up the back stairs.

12 cats on four steps made it a little bit tenuous to navigate. I ended up going out the front door and enticing them to the platform with food. Thank you to those of you who sent food quickly to us. It is so much needed. I did the math and on severe weather days, I feed 210 cans of cat food a month  that adds up quite quickly. So again thank you to those of you who sent money and or food.

it is now 3 o’clock on Saturday afternoon and the rain has started again it left for about four hours. My trees are so thirsty they are just drinking in the moisture. Even after all the rain that has fallen the ground part of it is still dry. I find it a bit unsettling when I look at the cracks in the dirt and I don’t see earth worms come broiling up to the top. I wonder if the severe drought and all these fires have killed off the earthworms?

I took a walk back to the creek but it’s only trickling. There’s a lot of water that God still needs to deliver before my creek is full. The cats are going to have to get used to going in the outbuildings. I hope after a few days of stormy weather they’ll figure it out. I leave all the outbuildings open for their convenience but last night the unexpected storm not only freaked me out a bit, but it also scared them  Misty was on the step as well