Monday, March 27, 2017

Woo hoooooo!

First off, its MY BIRTHDAY!  Happy Birthday, to me!  :)  As much as I hate getting older in age, I still feel like a kid, and secretly love my birthday.  Who doesn't?  My mother, every year, tells me the story of my birth, and how I flew out so fast the doctor caught me on the other side of the room.   She said the first words out of my mouth were "where's lunch" ha ha.  :) 

Secondly, it was a GREAT weekend!  Even though I didn't have a moment to myself, or friends that wanted just a piece of me for a minute and I couldn't give it to them, it was good as far as adoptions.


Lets see, first we have Melody.  Her new mom is a funny girl, but a sweetheart nevertheless.  I picked her up from her fabulous foster mom on Friday, and brought her to her new home, where she has a dad, or granddad, and a new mom.  I will wait to get an update and post for you, along with a picture or two.  But Melody turned out to be a true sweet little girl, and is a lucky one at that.

Next we have Charlie.  I rescued Charlie just last week, he was a former TNR, and was brought into the clinic the same day as he was rescued to get a check up and some eye medicine for his infection.  Charlie used to watch me from a distance, ever since I had to let him out of the trap one morning - I think I had named him Cesar from Central.  But ever since he was neutered, he would sit at a distance waiting for me to pour the food under the mailbox and then devour it after I left.  I would watch him sometimes run from the mailbox on Second, all the way to Third Street where I also feed, just to get some food.  His little fat legs would run run run!  Finally, one day, he was bold enough to come closer and closer and get a whiff of whatever I had in my hand.  And then the day came where I grabbed him and said GOTCHA!  What a lucky little boy he has been since.

On Friday, a very nice girl came over to meet him because she was going to surprise her lonely father for his birthday.  She had a choice between Charlie and another kitty she was going to meet on Saturday.  Charlie and I waited anxiously, bit our nails together and then said a prayer before bedtime.  On Sunday morning, we got the news that the girl had chosen Charlie!  We were thrilled beyond belief!  Here is Charlie with his new dad in his new home!  :) 





To top all that off, I had the pleasure of meeting two wild and crazy people who drove all the way from Marion early Saturday morning to deliver some beautiful homemade wooden hut/shelters at one of my locations.  I missed the opportunity to get a picture of them, and the huts, as it was a nasty morning - rain and mud.   Patti and her husband Todd created some beautiful wooden huts that will do very well at this one location, and I am so appreciative.  I will get pictures when the weather cooperates.  It was still raining this morning.  Thank you once again to Karla from Keller's Kats who spread the word about this need for nice wood huts.  I need plenty.

And to top all that off, this morning, another wild and crazy couple associated with Keller's Kats drove all the way from Walworth at 5 am. to deliver one very large shelter, where we placed at my city garden spot.  Its a beautiful shelter as you can see from the picture.  This shelter joins the two smaller ones that Joel built!  I can't wait for better weather when I can tear apart the existing structure which consists of very old and very dirty plastic and Styrofoam huts under boards and tarps that these poor animals have had to endure for a few years now.  They can now exist with at least some good, wooden houses.  This particular one came with a porch!  Thanks Andrea and Lou!



So as you can see, it was quite the weekend!  Score one for the cats!  :)

Have a great day!

"Once you get past a wrinkle or two, a woman over 39 :) is far sexier than her younger counterpart."
said the hottest guy on the planet :)

Thursday, March 23, 2017

TGIT!



Today is a Friday for me, I have the day off tomorrow. And its going to be insane!


MELODY


I have an appointment in the morning, and then need to scramble home for a minute, then scramble to Melissa my foster who has been caring for Melody, and then scramble with Melody to her hopefully new home.  I say hopefully because there is always that chance that someone could change their mind about a cat they want to adopt.  I've had it happen more than once, but less than three times, thank God.  :)  She is a sweetheart.  I pray this works out!

CHARLIE
I then have to scramble home to meet a potential adopter for Charlie!  Someone posted on Facebook that they were looking for a cat for the dad, and of course a gazillion people posted about this cat or that cat, but I was one of the lucky ones and apparently she is going to be meeting not just Charlie, but another or two.  Lets keep our fingers crossed that she falls in love with Charlie, as I have. Speaking of, Charlie is itching to get out of the bathroom, poor guy.  I think I will put him in a bedroom today, so that he can spread out a bit more.

Other than that, things are going well, nothing has happened to my shelters in the hood, I've seen most of the kitties this morning that are supposed to be there - I've had my eye on one of the Parsells kitties that I TNR'd years ago and have decided that he, and George, will be my next rescues.  The one on Parsells runs to me each morning.  Fluffy, and sweet, let me pick him up this morning.  Although you never know what they will be like inside a home, you just have to take that chance.  They deserve to know what its like not to have to survive on the streets.


Kitty on MELVILLE STREET
Speaking of, this little guy is getting used to having a plate of food placed for him each morning. This is on Melville, where I rescued Melody from.  I am trying to get these ton of cats around here spayed and neutered.   So I have to feed them in order to get them used to coming there for chow.  I need help with this.  I have clinic appointment for two cats this coming Tuesday.  That's $60 per cat.  I then have to release them.  There is no shelter there but I will place food each day for as long as it takes.

Have a great day everyone.  And yes, spring is right around the corner!

(the following quote is quite apropos for me, as just this morning I looked at the Christmas poinsettia  near my sink that was glorious in its day - Christmas 2016, but now is looking lifeless except two little red leaves.  I hate to throw away something still alive!)

"Whenever I injure any kind of life I must be quite certain that it is necessary. I must never go beyond the unavoidable, not even in apparently insignificant things. The farmer who has mowed down a thousand flowers in his meadow in order to feed his cows must be careful on him way home not to strike the head off a single flower by the side of the road in idle amusement, for he thereby infringes the law of life without being under the pressure of necessity."
~Dr. Albert Schweitzer

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

My Rounds Part Deux

Pictures at the end of this post are of past rescues - all sweethearts that deserved to have a good home.  Be sure to click on them to see up close!

Thanks Joel – anytime, you tell me when you would like to get up at an ungodly hour and drive into the city in the dark and go behind vacant houses with me! J

Update on Charlie!  He passed his exam with flying colors!  Negative on both counts, and treated for everything under the sun.  His eye is just an infection and now being treated with Terramycin twice daily.  He’s a VERY good boy.  Although REALLY hates this eye gook I have to give him.  He is actually going to be fostered by a sweet girl in Caledonia (Kim wrote a guest post a few weeks ago!), who will blend him in with her family until his forever home happens. 

This morning was quiet, nothing unusual – except the creepy people on Parsells were there again yesterday and removed the plates and water dish I place each day on the porch of the vacant house where I feed 15 cats.  I just don’t know what I am going to do if they begin working on this house.  At least the cats are able to eat until these creeps arrive later.  I wish we could all come up with a solution to this?

Back to my rounds.  So after I cross over to Goodman, I will have gone to seven shelters already, and its now about 4:30 am.  Takes me about half hour on that first half.

My next stop is Short Street, where the city removed my shelters last year.  In my secret place there, where I have rebuilt, Baby Buttons and Mr. Whiskers scamper out of the shelter where they were warm and curled up for the night when they hear my sound.  Sam was there yesterday, after disappearing for a week or two, and Milly was not to be seen.  I change the towel there nearly daily, because somehow, rain or snow melt is getting under the board and creating moisture inside.  Its not ideal.  None of them are.

Off I go to my Seventh Street location – this is where Mama Girl resides, along with a few new kitties.  I just rescued Seven late last year from here.  Mama Girl had several kittens two springs ago, and I managed to get two of them.  This shelter is a mess, and needs to be rebuilt.  Thank you to Liz and Diane who built a beautiful hut.  I will be receiving two more this Saturday, and hopefully Saturday Sheryl and I can rebuild this spot to something better for these cats.  They deserve it.

Across the way is Syd and Johnnys where this kind owner allows me to place a small shelter for a cat or two.  One cat in particular is the mother of the four (five?) kittens I recently rescued.   Black long haired momma shows her face just about every day there.  The shelter is on the side of the garage, where the tires are.

Then off to Central – I saw four kitties come out of the shelter I have there this morning – the shelter consists of four huts/totes with tarp and boards over that.  It survived the windstorm, thank God, as there is a nice cement garage blocking the westerly winds.

Off to Third, where I just rescued Saroo, and CHARLIE!  There are four cats here that I see, three waiting to be fed on the only open porch of this boarded up house – recently the front porch was boarded up with my shelters inside.  I did reach out to someone in the Mayor’s office asking for help getting the shelters out.  No word back.

Off to Central and Second, where at least six or so cats wait for me each morning.  The mailbox kitties.  All was well there.  The tarps are firmly staked and ready for the wind.

Then to Second, behind Paul’s house, another mess.  There is a black kitty and a white with black one usually, but I have not seen them lately, just big rats.  I need to end this spot I think.  But what about the cats….;

Off to the new location on Pennsylvania, where I just rescued Callie from, and the two remaining old timers have found the new feeding/shelter spot after that CREEP threw out my shelters when he began renovating this boarded up house.

Finally, I arrive at my last location near Fourth.  The four kits, two red and two calicos are always waiting for me.  They head butt each other and do circle dances on the snow until I begin my trek to the back of the lot.  I pass my little garden on my way back, and think of spring.  The little red now trust me enough to rub and scratch him, and Big Red #2 now lets me touch him too!

As I drive home, I’ve been feeding cats at the end of Melville, near Webster, where I just rescued Melody from.  I want to begin trapping there, and have already done one TNR, as there are so many cats there also.  I place food and water down on the sidewalk and call for them before I head home.

And that’s my day.  Off to work, and hopefully some play.

Have a great day.


J


Barney


Baldwin Babes


Kitten rescued from Baldwin Mama



Old Garson Ave Location

Peanut Butter aka Ben







Tuesday, March 21, 2017

My Rounds



Random Pic!
My Boris - God Rest his Soul -and Scooter!  At the vet right now!
(for his teeth, he winces in pain so have to maybe have teeth pulled.  :( )

Nice, quiet morning out there today.  Temperature is mild, which means mud. 

I thought I would start with describing my locations to you, what I see and who I feed.

My first stop is Melville, where that dreadful woman tried to get me to stop feeding the cats next to her house.  Haven’t heard a peep from her since last summer.  There is a kitten – and I call it a kitten – about 8 or 9 months old, that runs to me when I arrive, but keeps a distance.  It’s a sweet looking little kitten – looks very much like Saroo, the young one I just adopted out.  I had him TNR’d last summer.  He was fairly wild so I had to let him back.  Otherwise, there are maybe three others that I see briefly.  They actually live in the basement of this vacant house because there is a opening in the wall in the carport, which is where I also have four Styrofoam shelters.  I’ve rescued a ton of cats from here.

Next is just around the corner, behind a grocery store.  There are rats.  Its disgusting.  I was feeding a black and white cat for over a year here, and a month or so ago, I set a trap for him/her thinking it was pregnant, but it never fell for the trap.  And now, I haven’t seen kitty for several weeks.  I do see cat prints in the snow, so at least some cat is eating.  It’s a nice shelter – one wood, two plastic totes covered in tarp. Secure.
 
Paddy from Parsells
Just around the corner from there is my first Parsells spot.  I’ve rescued tons and tons of cats here also.  My little Skinny Minnie came from here.  Wait!  So did Popcorn!  And Poptart!  There are so many sweeties here.  This is a few houses down from Crazy Lisa.  I feed on the porch here of this vacant house, and have maybe five plastic and Styrofoam huts, under a board and tarp.

 
Polly from Parsells
Next Parsells is where there have been at least 15 cats huddled around waiting for the food to be poured.  The porch of this vacant house has been purchased by someone who has been removing the paper plates I lay down for these starving cats nearly every day now.  The last storm we had, three or so weeks ago on a Saturday (when I rescued Saroo, and poor Scooter – may he rest in peace), all my shelters were tossed to the curb, leaving these cats with NOTHING.  I’ve since moved them to the side of the house next door, and they have remained there, until the landlord pays a visit and removes them.  I will have NOTHING here.  The cats will have NOTHING.  I don’t know what I will do.  This is where I rescued Parsley!  (and a ton more).

Next is Garson.  This is where George still is, who is ready to be rescued.  There are about …  six other cats?  Mostly from the same family, mostly tabbies, one or two blackies, and Max, the neighbor’s cat that he started letting out due to spraying.  Max is a nice cat.  I need to do more TNR here – the shelters are good as they are blocked by the garage which the shelters are placed next to during the storms and winds we have from the west.  I say the shelters are good – they are disgusting (old), but the straw is changed once a year maybe.  This is their home though.  They hear me making the kissy sound when I am walking towards them at the back of this long lot.  This was a tough lot to walk through the two days we had all that snow.  I was nearly dead by the time I got back there.
 
Bacardi
Next is Ferndale Crescent, where so many poor sweet babies have been rescued.  All sickly and malnourished.  This is where I rescued Bacardi from last year.  This is where the kitty with the chicken bone stuck in his jaw was, this is where the other kitty was hit by a car.   This is where Crazy Maryleigh lives.  Haven’t seen her in over a year, but I got wind that she wrote the police department a long diatribe about the cats, me, and so much other jumbled stuff.  I didn’t think she was still alive, to be honest, she was such a thorn in my side two summers ago, if you recall.  My shelter is against a vacant home, the prior owners had given me permission to feed there – there are three shelters under a board with a tarp covering it.  I see a calico run from the shelter daily when I arrive.

This is what I call the end of the first nine.  Golf term.  By now, its 4:29 am., on a good day.  I have it all down pat.  My food, my time.  Sheryl described me perfectly in her guest blog last week.

 I then cross over Goodman street and finish off the rest.   By now I am thinking – I have 10 more shelters to visit, with an average of 5 kitties per spot.

I will now end this as I need to get myself into work, and be thankful for another day.  J

Have a great one!



"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty."

Monday, March 20, 2017

Happy Spring!!!




Man oh man...  so much going on!

So Saturday started with a bang.  Don’t forget, I get up at 2:30 am every day.  So on Saturdays I get my shopping done, breakfast, begin cleaning my roost.  But Saturday Sheryl comes with me on Saturdays, and she gets to my house at 4:30, an extra half hour past my normal time, and we did a few things at each shelter which took extra time so that we didn’t finish up until 6:30.  It was still rough walking to some of the shelters because of the snow, so that slowed us down also.

9:00 a.m. - Saroo, the kitten I rescued two weeks ago during the first ‘storm’ when poor ‘Scooter’, the cat ravaged by some other animal was rescued, has been adopted!  That little guy was running toward me meowing in the middle of the street at 5 am. in this storm.  I am so grateful I got him. I fell in love with him.  He was such a little cuddler.  This wonderful family – four adorable girls and their mom, and Dad now has the company of three males – their dog, their cat Salem, and now Saroo, who has been renamed SKEETER!  J  They name all their animals with the letter S.  How cute.  Introductions between dog and cat and cat went well from what I’ve heard.

By now its 10 am. and I have not sat down since I got up at 2:30 am.  Its now cocktail hour for me.  Ha.  Seriously, I’ve been up for …  over seven hours and its only 10!

Breakfast is eaten and off I go on my cooking/cleaning binge that I do every Saturday! 

Joel and the shelters he built!
Sunday morning, I meet this nice man named Joel who also has been writing some great guest posts on this blog, at one of my locations, as he built two cute little wooden huts for me.  Thanks Joel for getting up, driving that distance, and meeting me at that ungodly hour of 5 am.  The huts are beautiful.  Nice job.  Now I need about a dozen more, which by the way, a few people are making one or two for me, which I am so grateful for.  Before I met Joel, I finished up my rounds, so that I could easily get home, have breakfast, and go back to sleep.  My one day I can do that! 

On Third and Central, where my shelters are still barricaded inside the front porch where the city boarded it up tight just before that storm, there was a cat that I TNR’d (trap, neuter, and return to the streets L ) and had been feeding for a while, and that cat actually came up to me Sunday morning.  He let me pet him!  I could see he had an eye issue, and some fur was missing from his side.  I could not believe it.  This cat actually came to finally trust me.  What a wonderful feeling.  You know its time when that happens.  Rescue was imminent.

Hi Charlie!
Well, lookee here!  This morning, with carrier in hand, climbing through the snow, I set the carrier down upright with the door open, and saw the little guy.  I called him over, he came, and I grabbed him by the scruff and in he went, no resistance whatsoever.  Now I had to get him home to see what he would be like indoors.

CHARLIE (for now)

Well, I have to say………………..  HE’s A LOVER!!!  He was very scared and nervous, but he just loved by rubbing and scratching of his chin and body, and he started to purr.  What a feeling!  I left him with a kiss on his nose and told him everything would be alright.  I have to find the perfect name for him now.

I have a vet appointment for him tomorrow, Tuesday.  Fingers crossed.  If anyone would like to sponsor his bill, I would be so grateful.  These rescues are so costly to me.  :(  (585-865-5220)  And now we need to find a foster or a forever home!  What a weekend!


Four kitties left on Pennsylvania.
I miss Scooter, the injured baby Karla and I rescued.

They run to me each morning when I pull up


Have a great day, spring is here!  

My Smokey Bear

Smokey says 'have a good day or I'll eat you!'



Friday, March 17, 2017

TGIFF!!!!



Each year, someone surprises me with a delivery of flowers to my office, and its signed Meow Meow.  I would love to know who this is!  Come clean please!  What a beautiful arrangement for St. Patrick's Day.  I am so touched year after year by this gesture.   Aren't they beautiful!  Thank you Kitties???  (click on pic to zoom in to read the card!) ☘☘☘☘☘☘☘


This morning WAS MUCH BETTER!!! 

It was still a workout, but not as bad as the past two mornings.  Thank you Jesus!

At one location, in the back of a vacant lot, I counted the steps I had to take through some STILL pretty high snow, in my footprints from yesterday, even though it was close to 40 degrees yesterday and the sun was shining, and the snow did go down.  I counted 102 steps to get back to the shelter on this lot.  That's 204 steps round trip in the snow.  Just think of how hard it was to place those footsteps that were there imprinted already for me this morning.  UGGHG!  I want spring!

Baby Buttons and Mr. Whiskers this morning...

I really want to rescue Baby Buttons.  I have his mom with me, Mommy Buttons.  She sleeps with me every night, but is still very timid.  I hug her and kiss her and force her to stay with me for a bit, but she is still timid, and the cutest little thing.  Her little boy has been on Short Street for too long now, with Mr. Whiskers #2, and Sam, who I have not seen in a week now.  Of course how can I forget Millie too, but I h ave not seen her either.  This morning it was just Baby Buttons and Whiskers, but how can I leave Whiskers alone there?  I cannot rescue another until little Saroo gets adopted. 


Saroo will have a meet and greet in the morning so fingers crossed! 

Yesterday, Karla from Keller's Kats reached out to me to ask if I would be interested in having a website of my own.   Apparently, Frank Vaccaro, big advocate for lost and found cats, was contacted by a group of women from the University of Buffalo who have a project at school where they have to design a website, and wondered if he knew of any rescue groups they could help out.  He mentioned Keller's Kats, but they have their own already, and she thought of me.  Thank you Karla!

They contacted me, and its a go!  Here is what they said:  "Our project is essentially creating a website for an organization that needs one- or needs their revamped. Our group is made up of four females and we are all in the Information and Library Science program and University at Buffalo. Our class is Intro to Information Technology and we are learning how to design websites and code in HTML."

 I would love input from all of you as to what it should have, even though I do this blog.  I cannot devote a lot of time to the website, I have my hands full as it is.  Plus I have a page on PetFinder.  Input please?

Have a GREAT day!



Thursday, March 16, 2017

Wednesday & Thursday Mornings!

Objects in mirror appear larger than they are! :)
This shows you how it was Wednesday morning, knee deep
Wednesday morning was one of the hardest mornings I can remember in all the hours, days, years and decades I've been feeding and sheltering cats.  Two decades I started this crazy thing feeding cats behind Laraine's Lunch Basket on Culver and Main, and its grown beyond that to 16 locations in the Beechwood section of Rochester.  I now feed over 100 cats, that I can see, and count.  And let me tell you, Laraine was not a nice person.  She hated cats and she hated me.  It was not a pleasant experience from the get go, but I rescued so many cats that year, and from behind that restaurant.  I vowed never to eat there or get catering from there again.

I say ONE of the hardest mornings, but it is just that.  Just one of them.  I can't remember, that's the problem!  I do KNOW that I've had to face mornings like these before, maybe once a year?  Its winter, right?  We do get blizzards!  It was just extreme enough to forget all the others and gripe about this one.  Probably because it was brutal on my body this time. 

I got cortisone shots on both knees last week, and was walking like I was 18 again, until today.  I feel like I walked through - lets see...  3 feet of snow x 17 shelters = how many feet of snow?  It's a lot.  Many of my shelters are located at the back of very large lots in the city.  Even if the shelters were just beyond the sidewalk, you still have to climb through a momentous amount of snow from curb to sidewalk due to the plow coming by and hard packing the snow there.



Sadly, when I arrived at each spot, and buried my shovel in the snow to dig out the surrounding area of each shelter, I found snow pretty deep inside the shelters.  Most of my shelters are situated so that they are protected against the weather coming from the west, which is where most of our storms come from.  This time, most of the winds that were whipping throughout this storm were coming from the north, and sideways at that.  The boards, or tarps that sort of cover the entrances to the shelters inside just didn't do the trick.  Nor did I see footprints.  Nor did I see cats.  The food that was left on the plates were snow covered. 



I did the best I could, and will do it all over again tomorrow because we probably had another four to six inches come down after I left.  Which, by the way, I left my house at 3:30, and arrived home at 6:20 - A.M.  That was a tough morning.



I am hoping to see some little faces tomorrow, and dig a little more snow again, but I keep in mind that spring is just around the corner, and new challenges are ahead.  That's what keeps my determination going, the challenges to protect these cats.  I will continue the good fight, with whatever and whoever that may be to keep them safe.

Thursday morning:

I had a surprise this morning!  When I got out of bed at 3, I had a text waiting for me from a woman who recently adopted Callie and Princess.  She drove in from Walworth and was just around the corner, wanting to go with me on my rounds.  Half asleep, I scrambled to get myself situated, coffee going, and messaged her back to come on in.  Little did I know she wasn’t just around the corner, she was down the street, and down another street, fearing she’d get stuck on my road, which I can’t blame her!  I didn’t see a plow all day yesterday until evening.  In fact, a fireman got stuck in his car on my corner, if you can believe that.  He finally got unstuck, and still, no plows.  So, going to pick her up, I tried to prepare her has best as I could what she could expect on this morning ride with me.  I don’t think she knew quite what she was getting herself into. 

There is beauty out there too...
 
Ripples in the snow



Most people that read this blog really can’t picture exactly what I do.  They think I just drive around and plop food down for cats, but there is so much more to it than that.  The footage taken of me back in 2014 captures a tiny bit of the reality, at one location, with me trudging through snow, and so does a piece I think Time Warner news did a few years back in the wintertime.  But when you add that up to 17 locations, there really is a lot of work involved, and its methodical.  And when you are trapping, its 10xs harder.  And in a storm like the one we’ve had the past two days, it’s a nightmare.

So MaryEllen and I set out at 3:30 this morning, and it took me another three hours again to get to all my stops.  After the third stop, I told my sweet friend to just stay in the car – the conditions were worse than yesterday – the second stop was nearly waist deep and plodding through thick snow like that is rough.  My clothes were snow covered now and it was just the beginning of my route!  The winds were brutal yesterday and we had another six inches come down, at the very least.  I was grateful for her company.

I'm out of time complaining, but I will say this.  I barely saw any cats this morning, they’ve endured a lot and if I think it was hard to get through that snow to the shelters, can you imagine how it is/was for these creatures with their tiny little legs?

All I can say is, please spring, please show your pretty face to us.

Have a nice day.

“The sky is not my limit...I am.”