“Up on the housetops Kitties eat-

We filled their bellies with nice warm treats-

Gave them a place to keep them dry

They were discovered when Mama cried”

Mama Kitty and her family are doing fine. They are all tucked in and warm and comfortable and no, they are not here! I believe I’ve already found a home for mom. She’s very young, way too young to have six kittens! But she’s definitely not feral probably just a cat that got dumped.

“Merry Christmas to All-

May we All stay at peace with each other”

I just wanted to thank the person who recently sent me two cases of Fancy Feast. They arrived at a time when I was so low on food for the kitties, I was worried I wouldn’t make it till payday (which is this Wednesday).

The reason I found myself financially challenged is my brakes went out on my car about four days ago. Thank the Lord I did not hit anybody as I managed to navigate across four lanes of heavy traffic during quitting time in Sweet Home.

I do not remember anything other than feeling the brakes going out. (Which confuses me because I just had the brakes completely replaced three years ago.) By the grace of God, I managed to make it to a field where I knew there were potholes. It was those holes that stopped my truck. But how I managed to get there it just is a big blur or a blank period of time.

Thank God, I didn’t cause injury to anyone but myself. It also has caused some behavior issues with Kota. He is not injured physically, but mentally he is a bit altered. My vet believes that he’s just picking up on my discomfort right now. I have a small amount of damage to my right lung. (It is not life-threatening.) I am on couch arrest for a week. I have to go back in 10 days to have another series of x-rays. So breathing right now is a bit of a challenge because it hurts to inhale.

Having my truck towed to a repair shop, they did not find anything wrong with my brakes? The mechanic said he rode the vehicle hard trying to get the brakes to not respond.

The medication the doctor put me on was more than a little spendy even with insurance. Plus the brake flush they did. I have to admit that I am a bit hesitant to drive my truck right now.

So again, thank you to the angel who sent that package my way. It will enable me to get through till payday when I can buy more cat food and cat litter for the Kitties.

Merry Christmas to All- Stay Safe

He is not making it easy for me though. He will get close, but will not come any closer. I swear he glares at my traps. I think he’s trap savvy. He showed up right after the Jamboree ended a few months ago. If anything is driving him closer to me it’s this freezing cold weather we’ve been experiencing for the last couple of days.

Michelle, if you are still checking in on my blog, if you would be so kind to go to the Facebook page for lost and found pets of Sweet Home and see if you see him on the pages I would appreciate that. I have a feeling he’s owned by someone back on either Liberty Road or Liberty Lane.

Unlike most strays that show up on my property, this guy is in pretty good shape. I did try to reach out and touch him and he ended up biting me so that ended that quest. But if you do see him on the pages, let me know and I will write up a post and see if I can get it up there. I just don’t do social media anymore.

As I’ve mentioned, it’s been very cold here. I have piled up the straw and the kitties are digging in. Right now we’re fighting icy fog which is no fun to drive in. Makes me feel like we are back in Alaska. Speaking of Alaska, I am still missing my Alaska Sourdough Man- 10 December will make six years since he’s been gone.

Bentley will be going to the vet in a few hours from now for his first bloodwork following his hyperthyroidism diagnosis. I’m hoping that his levels will go down. I certainly pray they don’t go up. It was fairly easy to give him his pill until yesterday. Once he catches onto the program, he tries to switch it up. He cannot be an uncomplicated cat. That has never been his MO.

Bartholomew is showing clear signs that he wants to be Alpha. He is a stocky little kitty. Lots of muscles on this little guy. His favorite hobby is to try and trip me when I am feeding. I told him this morning that mom doesn’t need help tripping. She’s doing a pretty good job of it herself! I just have to be really focused on what he’s doing while I’m feeding. His running in and out between my feet does complicate matters.

He also doesn’t like Kota-He is the only one of my rescues that does not like Kota. He has tried to attack him a couple of times and now Kota is watching him closely as well.

I am doing all I can to prevent a confrontation between him and Bentley. Bentley is still showing signs of unpredictable  aggressiveness.That could be either the hyperthyroidism or one of the side effects to the medication he’s on. Interesting that the medication that’s supposed to calm him down, may instead be making it worse. I suppose when the bloodwork comes back, we will know.

I heard from my friend from the coast who took the mom and the seven kittens. They have all been placed in loving homes after all being spayed and neutered and tested and vaccinated. What a relief! I knew they would go quickly. They were absolutely a gorgeous family.

I hope everyone is staying happy, staying loved and staying safe during this holiday season. Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah, I am praying for real peace on earth to descend on all of us. Everybody just needs to quit fighting. Both here and abroad.

I just got the call! His T4 has gone from 9.6 to 7.4! So the medication is working. It’s still on the high side, but the fact that it’s coming down is very encouraging.

Peace to All-

I know because of the emails I’m receiving, some of you are worried about me and my health. I finally have my answers. After I had my colonoscopy a few days ago,  I suffered a pretty bizarre setback after I awoke from the Twilight Sleep. They gave me a shot of tramadol, which did not take the pain away, I was then taken to the emergency room and put through a range of tests.

I am relieved to know what’s going on with me. Why the devil I keep falling all the time. Also thankful that all the “doom and gloom guesses” that they were throwing my way were not accurate. Grateful to know the reasons behind my inability to pick up 20 pound bags of cat food, cat litter. Why I can’t even open up can of cat food anymore without assistance. Even explaining why it is so arduous for me now to scoop litter boxes. In other words why I can no longer Rescue actively.

My final diagnosis is; I have severe bilateral right hip and right shoulder osteoarthritis with multiple osteophytes. It is not curable, it is treatable to a certain extent. One radiologist wrote that i have osteoarthritis in unexpected places.

The surgeon is recommending a reverse right shoulder replacement as well as a right hip replacement. (I have politely declined both surgeries). I will do all that I can to  manage the pain. I’m thankful that all the specialists and all the tests and everything else which has consumed my time and thoughts is over. They initially thought I might have MS, then it was an auto- immune disease, then speculation it might be colon cancer- It was quite a long journey to reach this point.

Bentley is doing better. He is finally returning to his hyper-aggressive self. I am now just pilling him bare-fingered. (Thankfully, my tetanus shot is up-to-date.) So far, he has not bit me. I think my process using spray cheese and just wiping the cheese with the pill on the top of the roof of his mouth is working better than trying to get it down his throat. He goes in for a re-check next week, so we will see what his bloodwork has to say about how successful this is for him.

Now if you will excuse me, It has been an exhaustive two days and I just got back from the ER. There’s a pillow in the other room with my name on it. It’s waiting for me.

Happy Veterans Day to All who Served so nobly as well as their families. May God protect us all

We have been making headway with his medication. It’s come to the point now where I have to just pill him bare-handed. He’s caught on quite quickly that when I give him just a little bit of food in a saucer, he knows there’s a pill in there.  I was getting encouraged about his progress but last night we suffered a set-back. At 2 AM I heard a catfight. By the time I got outside, I realized that when I had gone in earlier to feed everybody, he had slipped out! One of my outdoor lights had been malfunctioning. I didn’t notice that he had darted out.

Unfortunately , we also recently have had a beat-up ol tomcat show up. This boy is hammered; torn ear flaps, scarred face among other battle scars but that doesn’t stop him from being aggressive. I put his age out of probably around 14 years old. He met up with Bentley and he beat the pound out of him.  By the time I got my robe and slippers on and got outside. They both were in a full roll! The noise was terrifying. Bentley is not up to his good weight yet. I finally got them apart. When I looked at Bentley, I knew that I couldn’t do anything for him. It wasn’t that kind of damage.

I had to take him to an after-hours vet. They determined that he’s extremely bruised and swollen. His abdomen especially was affected. I paid the bill. Which made me gasp. But I paid it and then when I got home and had decompressed with Bentley. I went and did my numbers and realized that was $26 short and in danger of going NSF.

if anyone is reading this and they have a little extra money, could you please send it my way? I’ve tried everything I can think of right now, but things are lean right here for me. I know it doesn’t sound like a lot of money but when you factor in  I’m currently feeding 22 cats- money doesn’t last very long.

I can certainly tell that Bentley is feeling quite poorly.  He did eat a little bit this morning. They want me to confine him for two weeks. However, I don’t need to confine him. He has confined himself. He has been in his cage with the door open ever since I brought him home he’s not moving much. I keep repeatedly going out there, looking for any type of heat coming off of him. They shaved him, but they couldn’t find any bite wounds. But bite wounds don’t show up right away. And they didn’t shave all of him because of the weather. So far, I haven’t found any wounds on him. I think it was just the fact that he’s so thin, and the Tom is so much bigger than he is, he just did not have a chance to get an upper hand

Please, if someone can help me cover this cost I would appreciate it. I know it doesn’t sound like a lot of money but right now for me it is.

Last night coming home from town, on the road two houses before my house, I saw “Mama” and two of her kittens on the road! Now they are resting in peace in the forest behind my home. It has been raining fairly hard and digging in the dirt right now would not work.

I feel like I failed her. I tried everything I could do-all my tricks, but while I was trying all these tricks I had no idea she was pregnant.

Now there’s a new challenge in town. Well, actually not in town. But back by my creek. There is a mom she’s black-and-white long-haired very skinny. I can only see her through my binoculars. She will not let me get close to her. Even though her kittens look to be 6-7 weeks old, she’s still in high protection mode.

Now I am taxed with trying to figure out how I’m going to build something for them to keep them out of the weather. They are not even approaching the house or the barn. Whatever I build would have to be put into the orchard so they would also have the added protection of the bushes and the trees. I have a deal with a local lumberyard where they give me scrap lumber for coin. The guys love cats. But I don’t have any money at all right now. I need baby kitten, food, both canned and dry. Both for the kittens and the mom. I need cat milk for mom. And I need to build a structure that will have to blend in, so that idiot with an itchy trigger finger won’t notice them. I so want to call him more than an idiot!

On a better note , as of Friday, my vet is completely paid off. I thank  those of you who helped me in that endeavor. I never thought I would see the day. It’s such a relief, but it also left me with very little reserve for the month. I certainly wasn’t expecting a mama cat with seven babies to show up on my property .

As a disclaimer, even though my donation button has verbiage that says I am nonprofit, as soon as I can figure out how to remove that verbiage I will.. But I am (as of the end of October) no longer an active nonprofit. That does not mean that I can suddenly ignore this new family, who is in danger from all sorts of human as well as animal predators. They also are in danger of not making it through a very bad winter. So if you can help, please do. Also understand that even five dollars can help st this point.

His work still continues-and now, so will I. Trusting  that He will provide the way forward.

Although this might look like two desks stacked together, The top portion is actually the start of the new mama and her kittens comfort station for winter time. The plan is to get a pallet. Cut the pallet down to size. Put in the floor, the walls, and two escape hatches. One wall will be on hinges, so that I can swing it open if need be. It will then be covered with a tarp. A good Samaritan helped me figure out how to get the roof slanted. This is all stuff that Michael could do in a heartbeat. So I was grateful for this gentleman. I had to make it small, to make it any larger would call attention to it. This is the farthest I can go with it for now. The walls will also be insulated.

She would’ve turned eight years old this year. She never saw it coming.( Thank God for that). Had I been outside at the time and I had seen it coming, someone would have to be nice enough to scrape up bail money for me because I would’ve pounded the person who did this to her.

She didn’t deserve it. She never hurt or threatened anyone except all the mice in my field, and all the mice two doors down that live in the grainery. I know those neighbors will be sad when she no longer shows up to rid their granary of mice. Her sister Poe is still looking for her. I still look for her too- even though I’m the one that found her. I still resist accepting that she is gone.

I called the authorities, even though I knew it was a lost cause. I was right, they don’t care. In our county, you can kill cats and dogs as long as you don’t live in town. The only reason I was told that they investigate it is because firearms are not allowed to be discharged in town.

So my little black hunter Is gone, In all the years that I’ve had her, the only one she ever has really trusted was Kota. They were buds. Now she’s joining Michael and Jeremy plus all of her feline friends that have passed before her.

She will be missed sy hrr unexpected end. Apparently, she was in the wrong place,which allowed this to happen to her. All because someone wanted to use her for target practice.

The yard seems as empty as my heart feels right now.

This new journey with Bentley through the mysterious ailment known as Hyper-thyroidism, is a puzzle to put together slowly and with care. It turns out that old habits die hard, and his spraying issue has made it impossible for him to be in the cat room. My plan after that became evident was to return him to the cat enclosure where he’s lived most his life. (I have not been myself lately)  I gave no thought to what that would do to his feline friends until the next morning when I went in and saw the terror in Ashley, McGoo and Pigeon’s eyes. I can’t put him in the introduction cage. PIITA is in there. So I developed a Plan C. It’s only temporary (God willing) until the medicine kicks in right now. He’s throwing it up every time he’s been given it.

I took one of Kota’s old cages. The problem was putting a cat in a cage who isn’t used to living in a small cage. Although this is not small, they generally get a little bit frantic. Bentley already is frantic. So what I have done is, I found a smaller cage. I took off the door to that, and slid it into the bigger cage. I filled the smaller cage with straw so he could nestle down and stay warm. Thankfully, the cage is large enough that the litter pan and the water bowl and food bowls fit fine. He still has room to move around and when he wants to sleep , all he has to do is snuggle down in the straw. It keeps the straw from getting thrown all over the cage. It also prevents the litter from getting thrown all over the cage because it’s big enough to stay away from the water and food bowls. It’s not the Ritz or the Hilton , but it’s all I’ve got: he has recently earned a new nickname. I call him, “My Energizer Bunny on Crack!” It is very evident to me at this time why they call this Hyper-thyroidisim. They can’t cure it, they don’t know why it happens. Both cat and owner just have to learn together how to live with it. So that’s what we’re doing. At night when the temperature drops, I cover him with a heavy blanket.

Recently, I learned of someone who just moved in up on the hill next to me. The scuttlebutt about this elderly woman, os she’s a hoarder. She doesn’t hoard newspapers, magazines, books, quilts, instead, she hoards cats. Not only does she hoard cats, but she does not believe in spaying and neutering either, which doesn’t surprise me. Most people around here do not believe that that’s the necessary part of taking care of a cat.

Sadly, this rumor is true. This morning while I was walking then now healed, and very happy Kota to the creek, he suddenly went into stealth mode. He had alerted to the path that goes down to the creek.He was stock-still with one paw up. That his tell that he sees something. At first, I didn’t see anything, then all of a sudden six kitty heads come popping out of the bushes. Oh my gosh, cute kitties. Look to be around 7-8 weeks old? What I saw were two white marbles, long-haired tabbies. Two black kitties, one orange kitty, and one white kitty

I put Kota on a “down-stay. I started walking slowly towards the kitties, talking to them softly. The first ones to split the scene were the two black kitties. The others soon followed, all except the orange kitty. He let me get just a few feet from him before he turned around and followed his friends.

Why can’t people just spay and neuter? It’s such an easy thing to do and it solves so many problems. It saves so many cats. It makes what I do nonessential. Boy those would be the days.

I do know a lot of the people that live up on that hill. Most of them love cats and most of them feed the outdoor kitties. I simply cannot do this anymore. For so many reasons. If they get close enough to the house and get along with the other cats, then maybe I can at least get them trapped spay and neutered and released. But other than that, I’m not feeding back by the creek anymore. It’s just not possible.falling in the creek a few months ago has made it almost impossible for me to even walk back to the creek. I forced myself when Kota was on limited activity for two weeks. Every day twice a day, I walked him back to the creek. But I paid for it in the end.

I  had Ia recent scare with Bentley. Overnight, he went from a loving, wonderful kitty, to a very skinny aggressive, over-the-top behavior cat. He lost so much weight so quickly, he was spitting, hissing, growling, open-mouth, panting. I knew he wasn’t rabid. I had a cat when I was growing up that had rabies and I am very well aware of the signs and symptoms. Fortunately, he was not like that it was different. He bit me multiple times. He bit me so hard on my foot,  his tooth went right through my shoe, into the nail of my big toe! That was not pleasant for either one of us. I went to urgent care. I had to fill out the paperwork and the health department requires when a cat bites you it needs to be quarantined. I quarantined him and he does not have rabies. I knew he didn’t.

Took him to the vet fully expecting the vet to put him to sleep for neurological damage. Come to find out he has hyper-thyroidism. I have never had a cat with a problem with their thyroid. It’s amazing how different they become in such a short period of time. His T4 is 9.6. I have started him on medication. The first half a pill he took he threw up. Now he’s completely stopped eating, which is odd because before I swear he was eating so viciously I could’ve given him anything and he would’ve ate it .  He would not stop eating. He was so ravenously hungry. The good news is all his other bloodwork is great! For a 14 year-old kitty, that’s pretty good.

I was told to confine him, however that is not possible because he sprays like a fire hose. He was so unhappy being confined that all he did was cry and want outside. No eating no drinking, nothing just a very sad and unhappy kitty. I finally decided to just let him out and go back to his regular routine where he is outside in the morning, then around six or 7 o’clock he goes back into the cat enclosure. He gets his pill every 12 hours so I’m able to do that, but I have to roll it in tuna which is not very easy if you’ve ever tried to do anything like that. But at least he kept it down.

I received a wonderful donation yesterday from someone in town. Two cat condos. They were in pretty good shape, but they were also drenched in urine. So I got to work with my Urine-Off snd scrub brush. Now both of the condos are inside the cat enclosure. This was an answered prayer because my cat condos are totally thrashed. They have been in there for years.

Well  as I said before, this is the last month of my nonprofit. They will suspend it at the end of this month. I found out that after a year when they go to update their website, my address will no longer be available or my phone number.

I hope this medicine works for Bentley. The alternatives are the gel which is not that effective and doesn’t work quick enough. Radiography using iodine, or the surgery for removal of the thyroid. I can’t pill him. I tried to use those pill poppers. he broke those in half with his teeth! He’s not really a touchable kitty when it comes to his mouth and that’s probably because he has been suffering from stomatitis. Recently, I’ve been giving him powdered deer antler. Dr. Steve was quite surprised yesterday when he was able to actually look into Bentley’s mouth. The stomatitis has sank to the size of a penny on both sides of his throat .

Wishing ieverybody a happy And safe day.

I thought I would show you the startling appearance of Bentley:

This was him before:

I have stripped the cat room down to its bare bones. I am sure that Bartholomew will do some remodeling of his own. Right now he is settling in fairly well, although his eyes do not look like they are relaxed yet. So I am taking it very slow, he has bit me three times when he was outside, so I’m not taking any chances on petting him for any period of time just small pets during the various times that I come into feed him.

The vet puts him at three years old, which makes me sad because that’s a very long time to be a tomcat in this world today. Surprisingly, he had no open wounds or scars, however, he was full of fleas and he is packed with worms. His ripples on his neck show me that he has not been treated well in his life. He’s lost a lot of body mass so we are feeding him very slowly during the day so that he doesn’t gorge himself and get sick.

This morning when I woke up and went in there, he was sleeping on the couch. I was happy to see him up there, because there is a warming pad. It got a little cold last night. But then today it got a little hot so we’re in that in-between Indian Summer type  weather right now.

He is the type of kitty that when you have to kerp your guard up. Thick socks, heavy shoes and your socks tucked under your jeans. If he’s going to attack you, that’s going to be where he will zone in to get you.

Trust comes in time. Once his eyes relax, I’ll start really working with him. But for now it’s just in and out getting things done and leaving.