Cyclone took his last breath in this world and traveled off in the winds to a much better place. He lost over half of his body weight in a week. The vet suspected cancer and we decided the best thing for him, and the hardest thing for us would be to let him go. I kissed his sweet forehead and told him how sorry I was that we lost 9 years of our lives together and he left on a flood of tears. Even the vet was sorry that he had to say goodbye to him. Steve did tell me that he was glad I was his client because I give all the cats under my care the benefit of the doubt. He said that some of his clients bring him cats that are nuisances and they just want rid of them, or that the care they need is to involved and they don’t “have time” to take care of the cat.

All I know is my wanderer is now running over the Bridge into the arms of a young man who has instructions to take very good care of this golden boy-

I love you Cyclone- you changed my life drastically and gave me hope in moments when I didn’t think any hope existed any more.

Yes, I have been entered into another contest- this one is a photo contest and a lot shorter in duration. If I win- I will get $500.00 for the cats which is much needed-

Here is the link: Go to View Entries and Look for Milton by Mary Anne Miller

Flash Photo Contest

He’s Baaack….! The shocky look in his eyes has now vanished and last night he splayed over Mike’s lap on his back with his paws high in the air kneading the air. Mike calls it “Tover’s kneading the clouds!” I was worried about him, but this morning my worries stopped as he leaped on my lap, kissed my nose and draped his back leg across my left arm as I sat here typing. I told him, he could join our group of core kitties which now number 10 and I wouldn’t adopt him out again.

Heard from the gal who has Grayson and he is doing just fine. Runs the house now- what a surprise and her son is over-the-moon in love with him. He sleeps with Kevin at night and steals the pillow from him! LOL

Nice to hear some of the adoptions do work when people let cats be who they are and don’t try to shape them into the “ideal pet.”

I received the call early yesterday morning. The landfill guys had started to empty an industrial dumpster when they noticed a cat inside! Someone had hurt this cat and he wasn’t moving much. I flew to the site. I found a what was once beautiful orange boy wrapped up in a shirt laying on the lunch table. They had tried to feed it but it wasn’t taking much food. It couldn’t. They told me they had removed a bag from around the cat’s head that someone had put there in a cruel way. I will spare you the details.

Smokey Joe was rushed to the vet. I named him after the man who found him. His throat was horribly bruised, they cleaned the wounds and removed the neurcrotic tissue. he was given an antibiotic shot fluids and sent home with ointment for the wounds. The vet said it didn’t look good.

I carried him upstairs and just sat with him and cried. How could someone do this to such a beautiful creature? Boggles my mind. He came home at 11:20 he was gone by 3:00. He took his last gasp of air in my lap and relaxed. His pain is over now.

Despite all the $$ spent on his behalf yesterday- God only allowed me to have him for a few hours. But in those final hours I never left his side. I wanted him to know that there are people who care for him deeply- who get ANGRY when confronted with such abuse and deal with the results of people who lack a moral compass.

I used the vaporizer and the nebulizer to try to get him to breathe easier- but nothing worked. All he had in the end was love and I guess you can’t ask for anything stronger than that to take you out of this world and lead you to a better place-

He was only 4 years old-

Last night as I lay there trying to get to sleep with tears rolling down my face, I felt movement on the bed. The remaining three Siamese babies and also the new russian blue kitten all came up on the bed and piled on top of me. There were no words spoken, I just tried my darndest to pet all four of them. It felt like they were just covering me in comfort.

I had to smile remembering the rough beginnings of these kittens and how long I had to chase them around that first room to get them into carriers and take them home. Now, they were perfectly content to have me near them and I welcomed their presence. Sometimes, the world does become in balance again-