My apologies for not posting sooner, but I did not wish to jinx what was going on. Four days ago, right after they did an ultrasound (and found nothing wrong except tarsel tunnel) which I already knew I had. The symptoms stopped occurring. Just as quickly as they started, they have stopped. No extreme fatigue. No falling asleep while I am eating. (That scared me the most). The night sweats, leg cramps and inability to not be able to walk that came and went… It’s all gone away. (TYG)

I even tested it yesterday and took Kota for his first walk since March.We went on the walking trail for two hours and it felt wonderful! Even the constant chills have vanished.

They still want to do the cat scan which is next Monday. But, I have my life back.I am so grateful for that. Thank you for those who prayed and worried and wrote to me privately. I do appreciate you all. All of this made me really miss my two M’s (Mike and Molly) The burn kitties do not seem to offer much comfort. They are still spending a large amount of time hiding underneath my coffee table. My hope is one day, they will come out of hiding permanently instead of just at meal times and litter pan visits.

Speaking of meals, if anyone could throw a few dollars our way, we are down to one bag of Cat Chow and 6 cans of Fancy Feast. Burn kitties may live in seclusion, but boy can they eat! LOL They were just recently dewormed. I believe it may be from the fact that right after they were born, they were forced to eat the dirt and ashes that surrounded them. Magoo will, after he has polished off his food, bat the bowl away from Ash and steal her food too! He is such a scamp.

After he eats, he goes to the cat food closet and sits there looking at me accusingly. I am sure if he could talk, he would say: “Please Mom, may I have more?” It takes him three cans before his appetite is satisfied.

All other kitties are doing well at the moment. Baker is still fighting, He is getting so skinny but he does his walk-abouts in the mornings still. My neighbor is amazed because he will dart out of the cat enclosure at any given moment. He then goes to all his old feline friends, says hello to each of them. If the sun is out, he will lay in the sun for a few hours and when I come out of the house to see where he might be. He follows me back to the enclosure and walks right in. That’s his normal day. She said he must be a dog in cat’s clothing. No, he’s just Baker. He is my last old-timer here.

I know the day is coming that he will not want his walk-abouts anymore and that will be the sign that he has finally given up and given in to the kidney disease. He is still on his special meds and prescription diet, but the cost is ridiculously high.The food  seems to help him, but it slams our food budget hard. Thank you for anything you can offer during these hard times that everyone is going through.

Molly’s marker:

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I’m getting ready to share with all of you (who still visit here) what has been going on behind the scenes.. This is not cat-related. I am still trying to process everything and make sense of it all. So here it goes. Before I start, I debated whether to put this out there, as there is so much controversy existing  already regarding Covid. But, I think I just want a record of all of this, and perhaps find someone who might be  dealing with these aspects of the Covid vaccine.

March 30th, I received my second Pfizer shot. Although at the time, I was relieved and happy to have both shots on board, the initial shot gave me a 24 hour, 2 week headache. That was not fun. I was told when I contacted a medical professional “schooled on vaccines” as she stated over the phone, that any attempt to bring on over-the-counter meds would be counter-productive, stopping  the process of the vaccine. So I let this dull, constant throbbing go until it left. I’ve never had a migraine, but some of my friends are migraine sufferers and this headache did not fit the bill for that. It was also not a sinus headache either. This headache was just different.

I had heard from various people and read articles that the second Pfizer shot carried some side effects. I read, or I was told it would only last a few days. Given my two week headache on the first go round, I was praying that the second shot wouldn’t even affect me. I was so wrong.

When the chills hit that night, they were quite violent. My teeth were chattering so hard, I actually fractured a back molar. (Which as of now, has been pulled). I did not have a fever, or a cough. The fatigue hit me hard. It started in my arm where I got the shot and then traveled downward into my leg. I forced myself to get up and do the things needed to keep the cats and the dog going, but I was sleeping more than normal. I kept thinking to myself: “This too shall pass.” Well, it didn’t and it hasn’t. If anything, it has accelerated. There was no headache, none, which I found curious? Just chills, night sweats and extreme fatigue. These chills on the second go round (thank God) were not violent. Not shake me out of the chair kind of chills, they went internal. They do not stop. Just call me Goosebumps Mary Anne. 🙂

I did some research because in my heart, I felt that it was connected  to the shot and not something else. I couldn’t find much, until one website, I located a survey done for people who had both vaccines on board. On the Pfizer end it stated that 2% of the people with both shots onboard had severe side effects to the vaccine. They did not expound on what those side effects were. They also revealed 5% were showing symptoms of side effects longer than just a few days!. Some going over a month.or longer.

So I caved, and went to  my doctor. The weakness in my legs was starting to alarm me. At times, when I was walking my property, it felt like my legs had no bones in them? They would first start to jiggle and then flat give out on me. Only one leg at a time, the feeling, the pain would rotate between both legs, but not make them weak together. My Daddy would tell me (if he were still here) that I had “a hitch in my get-along.”)

I think when I first walked into the clinic, they didn’t quite believe me that I had been going through this for as long as I have. They performed multiple tests on me, did a ton of bloodwork (I haven’t been to a doctor in 14 years unless it was an emergency). When my new PC heard this, he was sure it was something else. He promised to call me the minute the results came back. They also gave me my first Covid test which was negative.

What I found quite odd, before I left the clinic, I was required to answer some survey questions. I am sure those of you reading this, have done this is the past. You are given either a tablet or a piece of paper that you read and fill out. Not this time, these questions were directly asked of me by the nurse standing in the hallway looking right at me the whole time. The questions were a bit bizarre (to say the least). The two that stood out for me: I was asked if I was blind? I was asked if I was deaf? At that point, I pulled a Mike-trick. The Diabetes had robbed him slowly of his hearing over the years and he wore a hearing aid. Any time he was asked if he wore a hearing aid ( like they couldn’t see it hanging off his ear?) he would go “What? Excuse me, I can’t hear you.” The nurse laughed and apologized for the questions. She told me that they were required to ask them.

The doctor seemed pretty certain at my age (66) and the lack of care from a doctor for so many years. There HAD to be something wrong. When he called me to tell me the results this is what he said: “For a 66 year old woman who hasn’t been to the doctor in years, you are remarkably healthy!”  As he explained, there is nothing they can do for me to make this go away. They do not know enough about the vaccine to help people in my situation. The only thing that they can do is get me enrolled in a study.

I have no problem being in a study. But in this crazy world that has dropped on all of our heads of late, the study is in a town that is no longer deemed safe for others to go to. I would have to drive to Portland twice a month, and I flat refuse. I told the woman who called me if they can find a local doctor to do this study with me, I am all in. But until then, I would only fill out the surveys they need me to fill out.

I asked if this might be MS? He said he didn’t think so, I didn’t have the right symptoms for that diagnosis. I’m in  a wait-and-see mode along with 5% of the others going through what I am  experiencing..I just want a record of it all

I turned 66 years old yesterday, and I feel like I am 91 instead. I shuffle when I walk, I have constant chills. It was 74 degrees yesterday. Where was I? I had already tried sitting in the hot sun to quell the chills, that did not work. So, I was inside snuggled under two blankets (and still cold!) I feel like I have stepped into the Twilight Zone.

I have found out due to the barrage of tests that I have osteopenia (or however you spell it) I also have an extra rib. But I did not find out how to stop this process and I do not know where it will lead me next.

Kota has been sticking to my side like glue since two weeks ago when I went down suddenly in the middle of the living room. My legs just gave out. They trembled like jelly, there was a series of stabbing intense pain and down I went. He was right there comfort and support within minutes and I used his incredible strength to get off the floor.

The night sweats are getting worse. Last night, I not only had to wring out my nightgown, but I also had to wring out my sheets before I changed the bed. Coming from a deep sleep and finding yourself waking up in extreme dampness is unsettling. I wonder, where is this ride going to take me?

On the kitty front, the burn kitties are gloriously beautiful. But their behavior is challenging. I have two kittens in the house, I rarely see. Magoo when he is really scared (and anything and everything scares him) he will burrow into my bed, under the covers and hide from the predators he is so sure are after him.

Ash, her favorite place to hide is under the coffee table. i put a drape over it before they came back to us, and that is where she will spend the day.I have two kittens scared of their own shadow. I can sneeze and if they are out of hiding at the time, just a sneeze will send them scrambling for safety. God forbid, I should run the vacuum. Bring groceries into the house,  or put the laundry on the bed. convinces both of them that aliens have landed! I am hoping over time- they will grow out of these demons and become a part of the house. It makes me really miss my Molly.

I was asked yesterday by the nurse if I was sorry I got vaccinated? I told the nurse no, but that I wish the powers to be, (whoever they might be) had been more forthcoming about all of it. When you get the vaccine, you get paperwork along with it that explains some things. The vaccine is NOT approved by the FDA as claimed. It is approved for emergency use only. I found out there is a vast difference in that statement.They need more time, to explore potential side-effects to fully approve it. I wish they had taken the time, but I understand we are in an unprecedented moment in history  right now and they had to do something.

Now, I feel as if I am no longer a crazy cat lady. I am a lab rat. 🙂

Take care all of you and stay safe-

Both Scully and Rory have passed to the Bridge. The kittens had severe motility issues, unable to pee or poop even with stimulation. Scully did not even have the energy to strain. Rory after the third day, I could finally feel him try to strain, but at that point, he was so bloated and tight that what came out looked like mini petrified rabbit pellets.

Initally, I thought these babies were found in a field, but later trying to find answers to what they went through, this all took place in a cul-de-sac! The momma was killed in the initial attack. How the uterus got displaced and the individual sacs were scattered around is a mystery and no one is talking. The owners apparently are only concerned with smoking pot and drinking beer. How this all happened in their front yard with no one seeing or hearing anything? Who knows..

All I  know now, is the two are no longer in pain and suffering. They did not die alone, they died in my arms. They knew love, warmth, the taste of food and compassion. They did not even make it to their week birthday. This should have never happened, but it did. I did my best for them. I gave them Love. Thank you to those who gave their prayers, time and contributions towards what I was striving for- a full life for these wee ones. I am so sorry it was cut so short.

Poor kitties were so exhausted after feeding, they would just curl up in my hand and go to sleep.. This is the last living photo I took of Rory. The next day after this shot, God called him Home.

Please if anyone sees this and can send money. A pregnant mom has been found and she has been slashed open by something. Two the kittens were lying in the grass and three were still in the sack. If you can send money WE need it immediately to try and save these babies. I have 18 dollars in the account am going to find goats milk and syringes now to try and keep these babies alive. Please if you can send money do so and pass this around on social media (nothing I can do about getting the word out since I deleted my facebook page).

They arrived here about 15 minutes ago. Right now, they are so cold they are in our hot box. If we can’t warm them up, they will not survive. They are neonates- three were DOA they did not even fully form (they were still in the sac) 🙁 The other two are gingers. Please pray that I can do the right thing by them. One is trying to eat, the other has no interest. Once I can get them warm enough, I will try feeding them again.

Three o’clock this morning after Rory’s first poop, I discovered this wound. Looks like something was trying to eat him. 🙁

I miss her so much, my Molly, Her last day with me was yesterday. This morning, the house seems devoid of life. There was no beautiful tortoise-shell kitty to grace my pillow this morning. To give me catnip kisses or to nudge my chin, as she lay on my chest to greet me for the day. No one to be sure to spill hot coffee on me as I try to manage drinking coffee in the mornings while ducking all her headbumps to my cup.

Tuesday, it all came crashing down as Molly decided she had been through enough. She was tired, she didn’t want to fight the pain any longer. She sent me a message that clearly said to me: “Why  haven’t you been listening to me? Why am I still here?”

I knew months ago that she was struggling. The vets kept assuring me that when cats have neurological damage “over time their bodies will adapt to the changes.” But they didn’t factor in that this kitty, who follows me in the house. She will come into the shower while I am taking one. She will claim my lap, sleep with me nightly. Be the best representation of love-  until she is sick or not feeling good. Then she turns into the Baskerville Hound of Hell.

You can’t get a pill in her, no ointment can land near her without WW III breaking out. She takes no prisoners. Even something as simple as flea-treating her (which I did faithfully every month) turned into a battle of epic proportions. It’s hard to wrap my mind around it still. How a cat that shows such intense love for me-could just morph into the feral cat from hell when it came to helping her?.

She was my heart. She was adopted out twice and came back both times. She was set in her mind, her place was here, with us, with me. I was her human and I was gifted the blessing of being that for her.

I ignored the signs, until I could no longer. I tried several times to schedule an appointment to stamp her Bridge pass, especially in the last few months. But I kept procrastinating, hoping praying that her body would indeed adapt to the changes. I couldn’t let her go. She was in pain, but she was not dying. I knew that in her future this pain was going to really consume her and there would be NOTHING I could do for her when that happened. I was unable to even rub any type of compounded pain med on her ears. For the first time, I had a cat who was not feral that I could not pill.

One vet from another clinic told me (after his first visit with her) that she was “vicious!” He told me never to bring her back to his clinic. I never did. I never went back to him again. She is not vicious, She was altered from her freak accident with Kota. The vet got that so wrong.

Tuesday night, Molly and I sat up all night together. I told her I was sorry for letting her down. For not having the strength to face my day without her in it. I told her her  the fight would soon be over and as I spoke to her, she laid on my chest, she settled. She knew, she knew that soon she would be free of pain. For the first time in months, she just shared my lap quietly. There were no grunts of pain as she dug into her belly and back legs chasing the pain that surrounded her daily. She just knew.

I believe I got four hours sleep that night. It was the most peaceful I have ever seen her. We shared heartbeats, she left kitty kisses on my nose and chin. She snuggled under my neck. She thanked me for finally listening to her. I still have cat hair in my nose. She  crawled so much further into my heart than ever before.

I had gone to see my vet several months back, specifically to talk to him about her struggles. I had left her at home because she turns into a bat out of hell inside a treatment room. She never used to before. But after the accident, she was altered. How could I expect her not to be? As I shared in an email with a close friend- how could I expect anything else? Kota weighs 90 pounds, she weighs 8. No matter how soft my king-size mattress is, it could not protect her from damage when he jumped on the bed and landed on her It was past midnight, it was dark, she is dark. He did not attack her, it was purely a freak accident. I told the vet that there will be a time in the future that I would bring Molly to him. Although, (I told him) she may look “healthy” she will not be. I asked him not to challenge the decision, to work with me so she could leave here with dignity before the pain did become life-threatening. He promised he would do so and yesterday, he delivered on that promise.

She went so fast. She was so ready to go. The vet prayed with me afterward God Bless his gentle soul. He did not traumatize her, she just shut her eyes and went to God.

So in a year of great sorrow for so many, there is one more departure that tears at my heart. Ever since Mike passed, Molly has not left my side when I am in the house. It was as if she was saying: “I am here for you Mom. I am here.”

So although it took me awhile to stop ignoring the handwriting on the wall, in the end, I was here for her as well. I called my vet and he put her to sleep at 4:40 p.m. yesterday. I brought her home and let her friends say goodbye to her. I buried her under the cherry trees in the front yard where she loved to lay in the summertime. I planted a Dahlia bush on her grave. My clowder is in mourning this morning. She has been with us a long time. Her presence will be missed by all. Today, I know, she is curled up on Mike’s chest. I am sure he is thrilled to be with her again.

Enjoy the look back at this incredibly courageous girl. The love of my heart.

Once again, I had to take Pidge back to the vets. This time, they kept him for three days and it turns out that he has suffered soft tissue damage from his last injury. His urine is so full of blood that they have increased his pain meds and put on board another anti-inflammatory to help with the pain. He is also on a new diet of Hills C/D care both dry and wet.

As of yesterday, he has quit vocalizing as much as before so I am hoping the pain he feels when he tries to urinate is on the run. No pun intended. I have to feed all three of them the prescription diet, but since Baker is also in kidney failure, the new food should help him as well. We had just gotten our vet bill under control- but that rug has slipped out from under us and we are once again looking at a vet bill that almost tops $1,000.00 They did a lot for Pidge in the days they had him. I just pray it makes a difference for him to get out of pain.

The burn kitties are slowly relaxing a bit. I have had to change up the routine for them as Molly is still resistant to them being here. During the day, she will refuse to come in the house and spends the majority of time on the heated arm chair in the carport. At night, she will come in and I close off the kittens into the bedroom/patio area and let Molly have the front half of the house all to herself. It’s not ideal, but until she can adjust to them being here without bluff charging them, it will have to do.

Yesterday, I took a deep breath and opened up the doors to the kitchen and the bedroom so the kittens could start exploring their world finally. There have been some pretty substantial hissing and growling from Molly (to which the kittens don’t respond except to run away). She hasn’t charged the two interlopers or shown any signs of going to battle. Her ears aren’t back, her gaze does not narrow at the sight of them. Her tail will twitch and it is kept low, but not tucked into her legs. So these are all good signs. I shut the kittens up at night in the bedroom/patio but during the day they are busy finding out more about this house and all the hidden places they can go. I do have her on a pheremone  collar which is helping a bit.

I dodged a bullet with my lawnmower. After being told by two different corporations that I will likely need to buy a new engine, a friend of mine told me about a smaller outfit who keeps their estimates honest and their prices fair. One to the mechanics came out last week and fixed my riding lawnmower for $10.00! Turns out the O ring by the oil dipstick had corroded and it was simply a matter of sealing the leak with silicone gel. I was grateful because once again, we need to stock up on canned cat food. It doesn’t last long around here, and it got me to thinking about approaching one of the major cat food companies with an idea I had. If they go for it, and I hope they do, it will greatly benefit the small mom & pop rescues- not the bigger ones with all the political clout and money behind them, but places such as mine where we are mindfully trying to get the biggest bang for any buck that is sent our way. i think it is a great idea, and if they do accept it, you will be the first to know what the idea that came to me after I washed out the cans of cat food for recycling purposes. Wish me luck!

Well I hear some pretty active growling going on upstairs. I am trying to act like this introduction is no big deal, but to Molly, who has been Queen B around here way to long, it is a very big deal to her. I have dark blankets ready and stacked in corners if there happens to be a war. Anytime two or more cats are fighting, the best way to stop them is to drop a dark colored blanket on top of them. This startles them apart and you use the blanket to herd them away from each other. This way you don’t get attacked with their stress level is out of control. You put one into a room with food and water and you leave the cat in there until it has calmed down and has eaten and is grooming itself. That my friends is the tip of the week, 🙂

Last weekend, I had to rush Pigeon to the vet as he was unable to pee. I was so worried that he was blocked, but the vet said the films showed him a smaller than normal bladder that was half full. He did not see any crystals or stones and so the final diagnosis was an  idiopathic UTI.

He could find no reason for the inability to pee, so we just covered all the bases. I put Pigeon on a pheromone collar, he is on an antibiotic, anti-inflammatory and pain meds. He was peeing by Monday but I was told to keep him on the medication until it is all gone. I’m, just grateful that he didn’t have a real blockage. I’m trying to hard to keep the vet debt low, but right now it is at $1,000.00  🙁

I think it is stress that caused this problem for Pidge. He has been pacing the enclosure similar to how a lion paces in his cage. Although the enclosure is huge, Pigeon is used to being free to roam the property and he misses his freedom. I looked into getting him a cat wheel- my goodness those are so expensive! Almost $300.00 I have talked to several people who own one and they say they work to relieve anxiety and stress and also helps when the cat is obese. Pigeon is a large Maine Coon mix but he is also fatter than usual because he no longer is allowed to freely roam. I thought when I got my stimulus, I would get the wheel, but in the meantime, my riding lawnmower has broken down and my priority is to get this fixed. The shop that can fix it is 7 weeks behind in repairs because of Covid- so my pastures are going to be quite lush before my Hustler gets fixed. They haven’t seen the machine yet, but based on what I told them, it looks like I might need a new motor. I hope not, but that is what two shops told me after I showed them a picture of the leak and told them it was dead. My neighbors get upset when I don’t cut my pastures because the long grass entices wildlife: deer, skunks, coons, possums, porcupines. Ideally, I would love to plow up all the grass and plant wildflowers. So far, I haven’t been able to do this. But that is the long-term dream.

The burn kitties have been here now for 17 days. They are slowly beginning to adjust again to us. I wish Molly was more accepting, but I now call her Miss Hiss because that is what she does every time she sees them through the screen. it will take time and patience, but it will happen that she will allow them into her domain. I am not pushing her though. She still needs time.

One of Magoo’s behavior issues that only crops up at night is he is a face sleeper. This beautiful flame-point boy is bound and determined to sleep directly on my face. Not my head, or my chest or curled up at the back of my neck, but directly on my face. I draw the line at this type of furry sleep mask.

Since we are currently burning three Feliway diffusers between the two rooms, I knew that introducing another would have little to no effect on this behavior. I have ordered several Bach Flower Remedies, they are lost in translation somewhere in the mail system. In the meantime, my first experiment to stop this behavior without further traumatizing Magoo  was a complete failure.

I took a very big and somewhat scary looking stuffed animal and placed it in front of my pillow and my face at night. I had hoped that using this as a barrier would deter Magoo from his mission. Nope, he went immediately over it, then crawled under my pillow and headed straight for my face.

Probably not scary enough?

Yesterday afternoon, I tried the second experiment that I had come up with on paper. They look so good in theory, but in application and when dealing with a cat with PTSD who knows what will happen. I have seven experiments to try in total.

Magoo has been wearing a pheremone collar  since 3:30 in the afternoon. One of the first remarkable changes to his behavior, came when I put the collar on him. Some cats will NOT tolerate a collar no matter what. They can easily freak out and start running away and hurt themselves. I always apply these collars (and they are the only collars I will use on cats) in a small room like a bathroom. That way, if they freak out, you can get to them quickly before they hurt themselves and remove the offending object. Magoo did not object other than shaking his head a few times until he got the feel of this new object around his neck. I do wish they were break-aways, but they are not.

By 5:00 p.m. he had stopped hiding from me and I could see him out in the open laying with his sister or sitting on the window sill. My hope was that by 11:00 p.m when I finally crawled in bed to sleep, he would abandon all thoughts about sleeping on my face. He tried twice to wedge his way down on top of my face. I finally had to clap my hands twice before he fled. Not exactly what I wanted to do, but it worked. I am hoping tonight that he will be a bit less enchanted with this idea.  Time will tell-

Thank you those of you who helped out with securing food for the rescues here. I was able to stock up a bit for the coming cold spell (supposed to drop down into the 20’s all this next week at night). Spring is here almost…

Here are the two burn babies cuddling up:

Stay safe, be good to each other.Cuddle up with a kitten, just don’t let one sleep on your face. 🙂

It’s 4:00 a.m. and I really should be asleep. However. the kittens seem to have their own ideas about what time mom needs to wake up. They are a force to be reckoned with in the early morning hours. Part of their problem is the parasite load they are carrying. It is heavy, especially for kittens. I was told that both of them had been dewormed and de-flead. This is true, but what also is true is the preventative measures they used were bought at a store and not through a vet. Unfortunately, some of what is found on shelves in grocery stores (I know I am repeating myself) is worthless and sometimes even dangerous.I just finished putting Centragard (a topical) on them to give them some relief. This should help calm them down a bit. I’ve seen both tapes and rounds in the litter pans since they have returned. It has to be a bit uncomfortable to have those parasites invading your body. They also just got fed, and for the first time since their return, they will get the full nutritional value of the food offered. I hit pay dirt yesterday. It was payday and I had to go and buy cat food out of my funds.

I went grocery shopping at Grocery Depot. It is Amish owned and they sell food at a great discount. Most of their food comes from local farmers fields. Their canned foods are usually dented, but marked down significantly. On my  budget, this store is a God-send. It is also less crowded and locally owned.

I was perusing the aisle and I saw at the end, a big pallet that was still covered with plastic. There were several layers of plastic, but as I got closer i noticed there were large bags of cat food. I asked one of the girls if it would be okay to open it up and take a look at it? She came over and slit the plastic and I found a treasure trove of dry cat food! I end up getting several large bags of Blue, Nutrish, and  Rocky Mountain! Total of 7 bags and it cost me $51.00 for this store, this was a rare find. It cut into my own food budget, but with the pandemic and donations at a new low,  I can survive on peanut butter sandwiches for a month, however, the cats cannot. Besides, I love peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. 🙂

I had to take Pigeon to the vet yesterday. His old injury where he was sliced on his back leg from paw to rectum (we could never figure out what happened to him when he vanished from our care for fourteen days) My vet surmised, he might have gotten locked in someone’s old house and fell through a roof or something? Although it has healed, and it took months to do so. I hope I never see such a horrendous injury on a cat again! There is a part of his skin that has never healed. Periodically, it will break open and bleed profusely.

The first time this happened, months after he had healed. I will admit, it freaked me out. All of that blood. I knew because he has been confined in my largest enclosure, that he did not get hit by a car, but there was so much blood! My vet told me (yesterday) that the skin is so thin in this one area that it is almost transparent. It will probably never heal. Nothing to do except hope that Pidge won’t bump it against something and tear it open again. He said to sew it up in that area would be almost impossible. We are trying so hard to keep our vet debt low. Seems like the odds are against it. While he was there, Pidge was given a full work-up. They found his urine has a lot of viscosity in it. They want him to have more canned food in the day and more access to water. There are currently 12 bowls of water in the enclosure for three cats. Baker, our senior cat who is suffering kidney issues is also in there. He drinks those suckers dry  on a daily basis.sometimes when his special food is not working. The problem is, we have only .two cases left of Fancy Feast. My bills are paid up, but there is no money left to get anymore of the canned food I need for both cats. I still have one month before another check arrives.. That’s when reality bites me hard.

Going non-profit, I thought it would make things easier on the pocket book and it did for quite awhile. But Walmart who was routinely donating food weekly kicked me to the curb. They say they no longer do back door donations? But I have to wonder because the food sitting in pallets for days will draw pests. So where is the food going? They won’t say, but it it no longer available to our rescue. Then we had the fires, we had  Covid, (we still do) we had the pandemic, th e world shut down. People lost jobs, small businesses went out of business, We still have the pandemic. We have people standing in long lines for food and for water. We have natural disasters that are tearing apart lives. We have people dying to the right and left of us and empty chairs at  holiday tables. Tell me, how can anyone in their right mind, in this day and age ask for donations for a non-profit for cats? The answer is I can’t. But I am right now, because I am desperate. I have gotten only one stimulus check (although I do qualify) The other two are lost in translation somewhere?

If you happen to have a few dollars tucked away in a drawer and you really don’t need them. We do need them desperately. Please forgive me for asking. But I really don’t want Pigeon to get crystals and have to have an operation that we cannot afford to fix him. He has been through to much as it is.All of our rescues have, that is why we have a high-risk rescue. Nobody else was around to help these beautiful souls. They deserve the best that life has to offer them, they deserve to live out their senior lives with dignity until they breathe no more.

Stay safe and love each other-