I do not think it will ever end...Though, seems like some areas are more or less under control..
Projects:
1. Still at least 5-10 cats left at Raintree...
2. At least 5 cats left on Mission Hills...At this point, could be new kittens :[
3. About 3 left at Riverchase, plus 2-3 kittens to catch. That needs to be done ASAP
4. Michael's friend's neighbors? A bunch of cats - need to check on
5. Youth Detention Center
6. Apartments near Cody's Roadhouse Restaurant
7. Apartments behind Antonio's Pasta and Grill
Need to check out:
1. Ashley Oaks (MLK & Clewis) -- full of breeding cats & kittens
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Wednesday, December 10, 2008
More cats to fix...
Looks like I have more kitties to trap and fix, in my neighborhood...
I ran into Susan Garcia - she announced that another cat showed up to eat, a semi friendly Siamese! I got all excited thinking it could be Snowball, the mom cat who escaped (oh, the sad saga of Snowball and her little babies :-( ..)
Nope, it was not Snowball, but a handsome male Siamese. I will have to get him...
Then, walking down the street, I saw a lady in Teddy's yard; asked her about the cats I fixed. All happy and around, although not all 8. She said they had 3 permanent ones and they stick around. Plus, a new young black one and a black old guy I could never trap...
So, that makes it 3 in my hood
Oh, that is right, and there is a calico I see occasionally across the street from Susan's house. Could be number 4.
While visiting Susan's yard, I saw Winston, a black positive kitty with a broken tail. I am glad he hangs around and gets fed. Having come from apartments, I was afraid he would not stick around and would split. He stayed for food, that is good..
I ran into Susan Garcia - she announced that another cat showed up to eat, a semi friendly Siamese! I got all excited thinking it could be Snowball, the mom cat who escaped (oh, the sad saga of Snowball and her little babies :-( ..)
Nope, it was not Snowball, but a handsome male Siamese. I will have to get him...
Then, walking down the street, I saw a lady in Teddy's yard; asked her about the cats I fixed. All happy and around, although not all 8. She said they had 3 permanent ones and they stick around. Plus, a new young black one and a black old guy I could never trap...
So, that makes it 3 in my hood
Oh, that is right, and there is a calico I see occasionally across the street from Susan's house. Could be number 4.
While visiting Susan's yard, I saw Winston, a black positive kitty with a broken tail. I am glad he hangs around and gets fed. Having come from apartments, I was afraid he would not stick around and would split. He stayed for food, that is good..
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
The ringworm season is not over....
and I am off to an URI season with foster kittens!
Little Finn is terribly congested: sneezing all the time, with nasty green boogers not letting him breath well. Poor guy, all of that on top of ringworm!
There is always something with the little guys :)
The ringworm gang in the garage is out and running around like crazy. Once they are out of the cages, there is no stopping them. Playing, jumping, chasing - they are so happy to be out of the cages!
All 5 of them are getting pretty big: I hope they will clear all ringworm before they are too old!
Little Finn is terribly congested: sneezing all the time, with nasty green boogers not letting him breath well. Poor guy, all of that on top of ringworm!
There is always something with the little guys :)The ringworm gang in the garage is out and running around like crazy. Once they are out of the cages, there is no stopping them. Playing, jumping, chasing - they are so happy to be out of the cages!
All 5 of them are getting pretty big: I hope they will clear all ringworm before they are too old!
Sunday, December 7, 2008
My first post....
I have been wanting and meaning to start a blog for a while...mainly, to write about cat rescue and my garden projects. It has been on the back of my mind for some time, and with the loss of my first rescue, I realized how much I wanted to have an outlet for thoughts and feelings...
I brought a kitty home from the Humane Society on Friday...A gentleman brought the kitty in to get fixed and indicated he would be Ok with euthanasia since the cat appeared very sick.
When I saw the cat, I wanted to save it...mainly because he looked so sad, so miserable...It was heartbreaking to watch him curled up in the cage, crying, scared and sick. His face was so badly covered with scabies, his eyes were shut closed. He was skinny and wet from his own pee. Boy, I wanted to save him. I could see a gorgeous happy healthy cat in him - he just needed a little bit of love and care..
The caregiver and the vet were Ok with me taking the cat home for recovering and fostering. and I thought I could do it.
When I was leaving, the other doctor mentioned that the kitty might not make it through...The vet reversed the kitty and said that the poor guy looked really bad and that euthanasia might be the best bet for him....
I took him home, tried to keep him warm as the vet suggested...He was still breathing when I went to sleep...
I had a dream : I went to check on the boy, and there he was, running around the cage, ready to be let out. I remember waking up, thinking that this was not a good sign and that I needed to get up and check on him...only to fall back to sleep.
I ran to check on him first thing in the morning...He looked so peaceful, so alive. I stared to catch a sign on him breathing...I touched him. He was ice cold.
We buried him in the backyard. Michael was very helpful and extremely supportive, and I cried a whole lot. I could not help but wonder: could I have tried harder to rescue him? Did I make him suffer more by not allowing euthanasia? I do not know...I know I tried, and I know I could have tried harder...
I brought a kitty home from the Humane Society on Friday...A gentleman brought the kitty in to get fixed and indicated he would be Ok with euthanasia since the cat appeared very sick.
When I saw the cat, I wanted to save it...mainly because he looked so sad, so miserable...It was heartbreaking to watch him curled up in the cage, crying, scared and sick. His face was so badly covered with scabies, his eyes were shut closed. He was skinny and wet from his own pee. Boy, I wanted to save him. I could see a gorgeous happy healthy cat in him - he just needed a little bit of love and care..
The caregiver and the vet were Ok with me taking the cat home for recovering and fostering. and I thought I could do it.
When I was leaving, the other doctor mentioned that the kitty might not make it through...The vet reversed the kitty and said that the poor guy looked really bad and that euthanasia might be the best bet for him....
I took him home, tried to keep him warm as the vet suggested...He was still breathing when I went to sleep...
I had a dream : I went to check on the boy, and there he was, running around the cage, ready to be let out. I remember waking up, thinking that this was not a good sign and that I needed to get up and check on him...only to fall back to sleep.
I ran to check on him first thing in the morning...He looked so peaceful, so alive. I stared to catch a sign on him breathing...I touched him. He was ice cold.
We buried him in the backyard. Michael was very helpful and extremely supportive, and I cried a whole lot. I could not help but wonder: could I have tried harder to rescue him? Did I make him suffer more by not allowing euthanasia? I do not know...I know I tried, and I know I could have tried harder...
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