Tried calling this morning to see if Loki was still in the tree. he is. I told the girl about an idea that Mike had to get on the local radio station and ask for someone to take their climbing gear and get the kitten out of the tree. She said her boyfriend told her not to call anyone anymore because there were so many people gawking last night he got upset. I told her I would call and she said she couldn’t stop me and I had to do what I had to do.

Then her boyfriend calls me and tells me off and accuses me of calling the police- which I didn’t, and of calling the radio station (which I didn’t) he insisted he heard the ad! He told me if I keep harassing him and his girl friend they will have be arrested and if they see my truck in the park he will call and get me on trespass. Are you friggin kiddin me? I lost my cool and told him that if he had the cat neutered- nine times out of ten this would never happen. He shouted “I don’t want him neutered!” Then I just blew up threw in some expletives and told him he didn’t deserve to have this kitten at all. I hate ignorance. Sounds to me like they are planning to go target practicing later. I pray I am wrong. I pray this kitten gets out of the tree today on its own power. But I can do nothing now except to pray. He had the audacity to tell me he heard me call the police last night. I didn’t call someone else did. But I am getting the blame for it all. Once again, I hate ignorance.

Kitty is still in the tree- this will be the fifth day. Travis is going to go there after work with his climbing gear and get the kitty. I told him thanks to the kindness of other cat lovers- CATS inc., can cover the cost. I talked to the owner today and told her to please if the kitty isn’t eating after it comes down to please take it to her vet. But if she can’t cover the cost of the tree climb how in the world will she cover a vet visit? I don’t know, but we have done all we can to insure this kitty won’t be in the tree after today. Thank you to those who donated money and prayers-

I got a call from a woman whose kitten is 30 feet up in a tree. He has been there for three days  and she is frantic. I told her I know someone who climbs trees like a  monkey and I called Travis and he went to take a look and told them he would do it for $40.00 because he has to use his climbing gear. They don’t have the money. I gave them some ideas of how to lure the cat out of the tree and I looked in our Kitty. We only have $15.00 left after making a vet payment. Anybody have any money lying around collecting dust I can give to Travis tomorrow morning to rescue this cat?

If so please donate. I can’t live with the fact that this kitten is so high in the tree curled into a ball and scared to death to come down. The problem with abandoned kittens (as this one is) is that they don’t have a mom to show them how to climb up and down trees. Same is true for kittens with mom who get sold or given away at 5-6 weeks of age when the “kitty magic” fades and people tire of their demands. If they stayed with mom long enough- she would show them how to climb and descend trees safely.

Here she is- a pretty unique kitty if you ask me. I have to wonder if she is a product of another kitten absorbing into her in utero. She looks like a cow kitty but from other angles you see calico in her. Anyway- here she is posing for the camera- Check out her tail- it is severely forked

This little girl just arrived this morning. She was found lying by the side of a road notorious for being a dumping ground for dogs and cats. Although cars were speeding by her- one did stop and picked her up and brought her home. My feline specialist contacted me about her and asked if I could take her and I went to pick her up this morning. She was found Saturday morning. I took her to the vet and when we took her out of the carrier for the first time- I almost wept. She is bone skinny. She was loaded with fleas and parasites and she doesn’t have a manx tail, but she doesn’t have a full-length tail either. I did take some photos of her- but tomorrow morning Midge will be over to take good photos and I will post them then.

She is a cow kitty about 4 years old but she almost has calico in her- really pretty girl. She is quite sick- although she came out of the tests okay- all of her lymph nodes are swollen over what they should be and part of her tummy protrudes more than the other side (possible FIP) I have been ordered to give her groceries, TLC and monitor her for two weeks to see if the lymph nodes go down. If they do great- if not, she has to go back for bloodwork. I know the vet is thinking the “C” word. She also may have asthma as her breathing is labored but her heart sounds good. So we don’t know exactly what is wrong with her but time is on our side.

Also wanted to share this with you all (not my finest moment). I recently ordered from Chewy.com and got my order just fine- but in the time that it was made and shipped, I was getting countless emails from them daily. It was ridiculous. Two days ago, I finally decided I had enough and I emailed them a very nasty email. Not like me at all. I instantly got a reply from a very sweet customer service agent and the emails stopped.

Thinking about it later, I realized that I had used Chewy.com as a catalyst for all my grief and frustration: Mike’s leg, Cooper losing his, my mother being so close to death. losing Mercedes- all of it and I was so ashamed of myself. I emailed the woman back and apologized and told her why I believe I blew up so unprofessionally. She sent me back a very empathetic email and said she understood why it happened. She said someone at Chewy.com is available 24/7 if I just needed to talk to someone.

A few minutes ago, the doorbell rings and as I opened the door, I am just praying that it isn’t someone with a cat. It wasn’t it was Fed Ex with a bouquet of flowers and a note for me from Chewy.com!

Decided to name the new mom Sierra- the other names I gave her just didn’t fit her. She had her photo ops today- enjoy!!

Turns out her name is Ursula and she was rescued by another local group here in town. She has been returned to her foster home and I hope she finds a home soon because she is quite sweet and loving. She just doesn’t like other cats- She fell in love with Mike’s lap but he already has two lap cats and war was imminent. I had to put her out in an enclosure by herself before battles started erupting. Her foster dad said that is why he thought she got out and left because she isn’t the only cat in the house.  This is Misti on Mike’s lap

Here  he is happy and safe in his original stomping grounds- with the woman who has been feeding him for over two years- Kim

Here he is with me this morning at her place-

And here he is getting some loving and performing a victory roll!

He only stayed in my arms a few minutes then he wanted down. He knows who he belongs to!

Yesterday, we took in yet another cat- the last one for the year. She is a really sweet mack tabby and I just got back from the vet where I took her to be scanned for a microchip (I know a long-shot) and to see if she has a spay scar or is pregnant. She has a chip! It traces back to a humane shelter in another county and I am just waiting for the noon hour to call them and find out where her owner is located and return her back to her rightful owner (if they still want her) In the past, sometimes when they are chipped, we find out the owner no longer is interested in them. I think in this case, she would have to be returned to the shelter which is a shame because right now they are over the limit in cats and kittens. But hopefully, her owner will be found and there will be a sweet reunion at the end of the day. I will let you know. We found her in the fog so we call her Misty.

I just got the best and coolest phone call ever! Most of you remember that I accidentally left the cat enclosure door open back in late August. What I didn’t tell you is that the very next day, I discovered that Hamilton wasn’t inside his enclosure and I had found where he had tunneled out under the gravel and straw. Most of the time when a cat escapes, the cat hangs around here and either ducks under the buildings or the decks or what have you- but Hamilton was no where to be found. I was really worried about him, getting up at all the hours of the night to see if he was at any of the feeders- nope- no sign.

Tonight, the lady who had been feeding Hamilton for two years until he got injured and she turned him over to us called me. When she said who she was, I was thinking “uh oh, how can I tell her that I lost him?” One of her last requests before I drove off with  him was that she wanted to see him before he was adopted!

She said “Mary Anne do you remember me? You picked up Persnickity Kitty from me.” That was her name for him.

I said- “Yes, I remember you.” Then I waited for the next question which surprised me:

“Do you still have him?”

I told her I was sorry but  no that he had escaped. Then she said “He’s here! He arrived this morning and I thought I was seeing things but it’s him!”

This lady lives 10 miles from us! This kitty really traveled to get back to where he had to go. Apparently, he doesn’t want to be adopted into another home- he wants to stay where he is comfortable. I am so relieved and amazed because this kitty had to go through the narrows (a series of hills that flank the town) he had to cross the highway several times, travel over railroad tracks and then through the town itself. I was trying to see if someone had found him on lost pets of Sweet Home but he never showed up and now he is with Kim. I told her to give him a big steak dinner and  a bigger hug! I am so glad he is safe and I know she loves him. Now that he is healthy- I am hoping he has  good long life in front of him. Praise God!