Did you know that jackets get worms? I didn’t either, but mine must have been infested, because when I went to put profender on Fawn- she ducked and the liquid dripped on my jacket. I swear she turned and grinned at me as if to say “Better luck next time- sucker!” LOL I did manage to deworm three out of four- so I will take those odds.

It’s frustrating because they are so gorgeous and I know I could find good homes for them, but they are still skittish as the devil. It just takes time, so I take a deep breath and back away and mutter “next time, you are mine!”

I am relieved to report that Cyclone’s eye shows no cloudiness so far which is a good thing. I tried to improvise another patch for his eye, but this cat was not impressed and resisted all my attempts. His eye still looks like he went three rounds with Mike Tyson, but his appetite is back and that is a good thing.

His eye is so messed up there is a possibility he might lose it. His visit has set me back a bit so if anyone can contribute to his care- I would welcome it with open arms. He is a pirate right now, wearing a patch which isnt going to last very long in his world I am afraid. But it is hoped that in cutting off the light and the air from the eye, it will allow the eye to heal on its own and not require removal. There is a name for what he has, but I can’t say it let alone spell it but it is due to long periods of neglect and lack of nutrients to the body. Poor kitty-

Well, the ol gent’s eye has flared up again so we have an appointment to take him tomorrow afternoon. It never completely healed and then almost in a minute has flared up again. Poor kitty-

The two new cats are quite an enigma. Both can turn into whirling dirvishes at a moment’s notice and as they get more comfortable in their new surroundings, more puzzling behaviors emerge. I am not sure what is actually going on but the girl, Sheba is a constant growler. Whether I am petting her, feeding her or playing with her, there is a low rumble coming from her at all times and it isn’t purring! I don’t know whether to be worried or amused.

I am on a quest to find a dry food they both will eat. They were being fed Blue Buffalo but they won’t touch it now. They nibble a bit of Newman’s own- and some fancy feast, but they won’t go near BB. I went out and bought every cat food I could find (small bags) and we will start the process of elimination today to find out which brand they like best.

I am so much better at figuring out the needs of strays left in the world, then owner-surrendered kitties who have been dealing with a lot of stress and emotional upheaval from their owner in the recent past. I will just keep trying.

I heard from their owner yesterday, she has found a room to rent that she can “almost” afford, but she really doesn’t want to move into a shelter and says this is a better deal. Her one job will make the rent, she just won’t have anything left over and so she is still looking for a second job and no, she can’t have her cats right now. Not allowed and she can’t afford to feed and care for them. But for her, it is a step in the right direction.

On the Google front, she is fine until she gets out of her cage for exercise and fun and gets into the other cats’ food and then we have a mess going on. I have put her (with apologies) into her own room so she can run around- but she needs interaction which I can’t always provide. But she has gained another 1/2 of pound so something is working.

Cyclone is enjoying his new pad- he likes to lay on the porch and got so disgruntled yesterday, when I picked him up and brought him back inside and closed off his access to his pad. We had heavy thunderstorms and I didn’t want him to be hit by lightning. All that wire around him, it just wasn’t worth taking a chance.

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Not quite in their comfort zone yet, but they just got here. One is eating, the other isn’t but it takes time.

This morning, the new owner of Harper called me and I was given a glowing report on how Harper is doing in her new home. Although only being with them less than 24 hours, she has made them her-own. She slept with them on the bed last night, snuggled on Gary’s chest this morning when he was in the recliner watching the news. As she spoke to me, Brenda said that Callie-Anne was lying on her lap asleep! I couldn’t be more pleased because this cat was clearly not happy here and I just knew that if she had a home with no other animals she would blossom- and that is what she is doing. I love it when a plan comes together!

Grayson and Sheba are still not eating, but Grayson has come out fo the carrier and I am finding him in different places in the room. It will take a few days for them to decompress. As emotional as their owner was yesterday when I picked them up- they clearly have been living with a lot of stress lately and that is never easy for cats so attached to someone. I will be going out cat food shopping later to see if I can find the right combination of food to entice them to eat. She was feeding blue buffalo and there is none to be found locally. I have to drive to Eugene to get that food or order it online.

Tonight, a phone call from a tearful woman desperate to find a home for her two cats sucked me under quite quickly. If there was no such thing as bad luck, this woman would be fine, but she has been beset with some tragic circumstances in her life resulting in her eviction and now she has to move into a shelter. Through tears and sobs she told me she had contacted every animal rescue group, shelter and vet in the area trying to get help. Someone recommended she try me.

After listening to her for 20 minutes my heart was so heavy, I could barely walk. We were at her home at 6:00 picking up a gorgeous pair of grey short hair cats Willow and Tucker. They are now tucked upstairs in a room and they are quiet, undoubtedly wondering why their world was suddenly being rocked to the core.

When I met Kristen, she could barely hold back the tears and I knew this break was difficult for her- she has had these two since they were kittens…so I told her, I would board them, free of charge until she gets herself on her feet again and then she can have them back when she has an actual home they can go to. I don’t think she believed me at first and then the tears just wouldn’t stop. I’m such a sucker.

I hear sad stories all the time- some are made up but this one, I fear isn’t and she has a long row ahead of her both healthwise, jobwise and every other wise in between. The cats are friendly, so that is a plus and perhaps soon I will be able to merge them with the others- but for now, at least two weights have been lifted from her heart and she can concentrate on herself and her situation better.

The little tortie girl who was so out-of-sorts here among the other cats is now in her forever home. I took her and Secret with me for the family to meet, and when I took Harper out of the carrier, she walked over to the mom and leaped in her lap, kneaded her knees and left an impressive drool pool on her pants leg! When Brenda looked over at me and said “I thought you said she would probably hide from me!” I laughed and shrugged my shoulders and told her that I think this is a match made in heaven and Harper had never done that to me at all!

We were in the big bathroom (because Brenda said there wasn’t anyplace for the kitties to hide there) But, Harper made a liar out of both of us, because after she jumped down from Brenda’s lap, she slid underneath the vanity! LOL I don’t think Brenda even knew there was space under there as most bathroom vanities go clear to the floor. It took some doing for me to get her back out from under that vanity, but I did and popped her back into her carrier. She is a perfect home and I couldn’t be more pleased. Based on where she came from- she is leaps and bounds in a much better place. Brenda completely flipped for her as well.

Secret wasn’t meant to be there. All she wanted to do was hide behind the toilet- poor girl. I may just end up keeping her as she has gone on several adoptions and been rejected each time. I think she might be getting a complex by now!

On the Google front- she is holding her own- still ravenous when she eats and still using the litterpan. Cautiously optimistic about her chances now- but she is clearly not out of the woods yet-

Google has found her therapy! Hope she doesn’t start gambling!