This poor kitty did herself proud! My vet, understanding her timid nature performed most of the procedures while she hid under the towel and shook. Her ears are nasty but she doesn’t have earmites. It is suspected the salt water is responsible for the condition of her ears. She was flea-treated, dewormed and we put some soothing ointment in her ears to try and take her away from pain. I was so grateful we didn’t have to sedate her, but she wasn’t an easy patient for him at all!

Just in case there is doubt that there is a kitty under that towel:

She is back in the introduction cage and I am just going to leave her be for 24 hours. Poor girl, she does not like the vet but she didn’t bite anyone so that’s a plus!

Monroe, one of the black cats that Karen surrendered to me and told me he was “feral,” just crawled into my lap and decided to trust me! In this snuggle, it was discovered that Monroe is actually a girl and she is still going with me in the morning to the vet- she looks hammered. I don’t know what is wrong with her, but she has lost most of the hair on her face and her legs. In Oregon it is rare for cats to get mange, so is this lice? I don’t know. But will fill everyone in tomorrow after the visit. I couldn’t believe that this cat who tried to bite me four days ago has reached the point where she can trust me finally. Hoping the vet visit tomorrow will not destroy her trust. What a pet fest we just had! TYG– You are truly Good!

That’s why I only like my vet at the clinic where I go. The other ones are okay, but they sometimes miss things.

On the way home from the vet yesterday, I stopped at a friend’s house. When it comes to dogs- Dee is amazing. She has OCD but she also has a way with dogs unlike anyone I have ever seen. She makes the dog whisperer look like a fool. I stopped to show her Winston (he needed a more dignified name) and we spent some time in her company. She has been working with dogs now over 60 years and she is quiet and introspective. She didn’t say much, but he got a thorough looking over and personality check. She said she would call me later.

I just got off the phone with her and she believes strongly that Winston hasn’t been “walked to death” as some claimed. His pads of his feet aren’t even worn. She believes he has been crated or kenneled much of his life and has lost muscle tone. This is also why he is so fearful of noises of any kind, and cautious when meeting other people and dogs. It’s also why he can’t walk well. He never got the chance! She told me to make him a sling with a towel and when he comes to areas he is reluctant to cross or move over- to help him out by putting this towel over his back end and carrying his rear over the obstacle. I have done this and it works like a charm!

Her theories make much more sense than the vet’s. I am also going to start giving Winston glucosmine/chrodroititn/MSM mixture in his food and start slowly exposing him to new people and places so he can develop into the dog I know he should be. Right now the espresso maker scares him when it makes frothy milk because it hisses.

This morning he was trying to play with Brandy for the first time. I see a really good dog emerging from all of this. Kojo slept with him last night on his belly. He now sleeps in front of the front door.

On the kitty front, I have been still bottle feeding Mason. His teeth are now just starting to come in and I can see where he almost ready to get off the bottle and into solid kitty food. When he arrived, he was 9.8 oz. He is now 15.8 ounces. He loves his belly rubs, his poop is no longer so challenging for him and he has a delightful personality coming through. No hider here!

Morgan the black cat who arrived with the other seniors in March and who was unapproachable, is now allowing me to pet him and stroke him. He has moved so far ahead in the socialization period, that I am going to take him (instead of Glory) to the vet tomorrow. Morgan is an old guy and like Juno he has breathing issues. I could hear him breathing across the room but I couldn’t get close enough until last week to do anything about it. I finally caught him and put him in my socialization cage and have been giving him antibiotics. He is breathing easier now, but he still needs to be seen and evaluated. His eyes just look wonky- I know that’s not really a word but it fits for how his eyes seem to not focus. I don’t know what is going on, but hopefully Dr. Steve can figure it all out.

This afternoon my phone rings and the guy who runs the local feed store in town was on the other end.

“uhh Mary Anne, we have a bit of a situation here.I wondered if you could help?”

“I can try.” I responded, fully expecting him to tell me of a litter of kittens or a pregnant cat that someone left at their door. I was wrong.

It seems a woman came into their store earlier that day. She drove in, and in her back seat there was a dog. She wandered around the store for a long time buying nothing and raising Jon’s suspicions so he watched her. She finally left the store and started walking down the highway leaving her car and her dog behind. Jon hot-footed it after her and asked her about her car and dog.

“Tow the car, leave the dog in the car until he is dead, I don’t care.” she said and marched off. He followed her telling her he couldn’t just leave the dog in the car with the windows up- but she just said “If he isn’t dead in two days, I will have someone come and shoot him in the head!”

I was listening to all of this with tears in my heart. Jon asked me if I could come and get the dog and find him a safe place to go until the law could sort it out. I was out the door in minutes.

I am naming him Wilson, and he is a young australian shepherd mix. He can’t hardly walk (suspect he either got hit by a car or beaten in the rear). He is sweet-natured, doesn’t mind Brandy or the cats at all. I have a vet appointment on Weds for Glory but think I will switch it over and have Wilson looked at. his back legs are really shaky and he walks like he is 15 years old, but his teeth are clean and young so suspect two or three max on his age.

After I took him home and got him water,food and flea ointment, the police called me. The woman was arrested because she called the tow truck company and told them to tow her car and then they were supposed to shoot her dog! The attendant called the police and she is now in jail.

Unless he suddenly develops a high prey drive or other issues, he is more than likely already in his new home. I do have the word out about him in case something happens as he starts feeling better. But he is a honey. I named him after the soccer ball that Tom Hanks found when he was “castaway.”

Here he is and he acts like he is really hammered.

She has quite the attitude and unless she wants you to mess with her- you don’t! LOL She is pet-aggressive but we are working on that aspect of her purrsonality. She looks a lot better now than she did but there is still a lot of fur that needs to come in and cover her.

She looks very pleased with herself here!

My sweet calico girl’s ear cancer is back. It has been three years since they first operated on her and removed the mass. She has been shaking her head like crazy lately, so I finally just took her in. Since the initial surgery, any time I would go to touch her ears or put anything in them, she would go ballistic. So much time had passed, I was just leaving her alone. My mistake.

We have some ointment to put in her ears that contains steriods to take the inflammation down and after that, I don’t know what we are going to do. like my vet said, with this type of cancer, once you p** it off- it can come back and haunt you. I will know in 10 days if the ointment will work and after that make a determination. She has good quality of life right now, she is eating well, playing with the other kitties and except for a bit of a fever the last few days and shaking her head like she has water inside, she is doing good.

Here is her ear:The mass is on the outer ear spreading downward out of her ear-

Day Two and still with good appetite. He is pooping easier now too thanks to the canned pumpkin and forte flora I’ve added to his formula. He’s not liking the isolation part of his stay here- but he curls up and cuddles with me so I think all is forgiven. He goes to see my vet this afternoon. I don’t like how his left eye looks.

Mason

This kitties were found out in the bush in Nigeria. The gal who found them is at a great disadvantage, no vets, no round the corner grocery store, not even goat’s milk available.

Please put these wee ones on your prayer list-

NOTHING ontoward or bad happened to Jordan in that home. I would bet on it. I don’t know very many 80 year old women who would be willing to spend half a morning flat on the floor of their living room trying to gain a cat’s trust! My Mother would never do it, I do know that. I would do it, but I’m strange anyway. 🙂

I believe in my heart that something in the house didn’t set right or smell right or sound right to jordan and she just couldn’t relax. This is a kitty who came so close to being lunch for a python in her last “home.” Jordan has baggage and she has demons. Some cats can move past their triggers, while others get caught up in the moment and can’t move on.

I have one kitty here, we’ve had her over twelve years now. If I even think about burning a candle in our home, she pees all over herself. Another kitty, if I sneeze multiple times will run into the room and try to attack me. Both these kitties come from high-risk situations.

So please don’t beat up the people who opened their heart and home to Jordan. I know two of them well and they love cats and would never hurt one. And the woman in the home- she loves them just as much. She just needs a bombproof kitty and Jordan isn’t bombproof- she’s explosive!

Ok now I have to go feed Sinatra- the baby with gorgeous blue eyes

This morning, I received a phone call from a woman on her way to work on the I-5 Freeway. As she was getting off the offramp, the car ahead of her (traveling at a good rate of speed) tossed a bundle onto the side of the road. Most of the bundle hit the guardrail, some of it didn’t. I think those of you who rescue or follow my blog know what is coming.

This good samaritan stopped and took the kittens to the vet (there were five of them). Out of the five, there was one survivor. That’s when I got the call.

He is three weeks old, Mackeral tabby with a broken tail but no other “visual” injuries. He has eaten, he has peed, he has not pooped which is not good under the circumstances, but kitten formula is hard on babies, because of the milk within.

The only way I can keep him is in Isolation which means I run out there every two/three hours to feed him. But he is warm, he is safe and he is incredibly lucky.

Here he is after feeding: