Tuesday, April 25, 2017

TNR Tuesday!

I was able to snag a cancellation through RCAC today for one spay or neuter, and another at another clinic.  So out I went to set two traps.  On Parsells, for now, I am giving it a break until I want to start trapping the remaining five or so there and bring them to barns.  One is adoptable, a red with white.  I am not ready for this yet.  Its been too stressful for me with the other two shelters I've been dealing with.  I set a trap on Melville, and another on Parsells at my first stop around the corner from the Melville spot.  Off to do the rest of the front nine, then back to check on Parsells #1 first and BLAM.  I gotcha big boy.  I am calling him Buster, as this poor beat up feral black kitty was desperately trying to bust out of the trap.  He will go in for neuter and a shot of convenia, as he has green goo in his eye, so figure he must be suffering from some kind of infection, poor fella.




Then to check the Melville spot, and BOOM.  Gotcha.  Pretty red kitty.  Not sure if boy or girl, but wasn't as wild.  Always wonder if these kitties are feral or not.  Off it will go for spay/neuter and ear tip, and then back on the streets tomorrow morning, the worst part of TNR. 



I have two spots each Tuesday for the month of May at RCAC.

Someone suggested the other day that I publish my address for those of you that do not like to use credit cards.  I think addresses are easy to find these days, if you  have a computer, but if you want to email me at janinethebean10@yahoo.com, I would be happy to share it.  I am hoping to begin a campaign for the month of May to sponsor a spay.  Even $5 would help.  It costs me $60 for a cat at RCAC (Rochester Community Animal Clinic on Bay Street) and its extra if you want them treated with an antibiotic. 

All was quiet this morning.  I am grateful to the man who is allowing me to place shelters on his property so and allowing me to TNR the many kitties around there.  I want to do something nice for him.  I know he is disabled, not sure of his disability, but pretty sure he has a computer, so ...  suggestions?

I am trying to coax the four kitties on Pennsylvania down to a new location, and its proving a bit difficult.  This morning, up wheels Will on his bicycle, the homeless man I have befriended, who is actually doing well in a halfway house since being in recovery.  I had to hush him up telling him I was desperately trying to call for the cats to come to this new location.  I have seen no signs of the city on the garden spot.  Yet.

An update on the three cats I adopted out this past week:

Springer is doing great with his four feline siblings - all have blended together fabulously!

Topper (now Piper) is loving life in his new home.  He is the king of his castle!

And Pringles (now Cooper), well, his new feline brother Manley is not quite ready to accept him yet. Manley WAS the king of his castle, but since Pringles came on board, there is a lot of fighting, hissing and growling going on.  His new mom is persevering though, and will let them get it out of their system.  Time will tell!

Mystic

Speaking of Manley, he was one of a group of kittens I rescued (8) from the Roberts Wesleyan college campus back in 2014 that all had upper respiratory infections.  His original kitten name was Mystic.  He was fostered by a friend who named him that.  He was eventually adopted and you should see the size of him now!  The same woman adopted Pringles on Sunday. MANLEY is HUGE!  Mostly fur.  :)  Manley, you better start liking your new brother!  :)


"I think I could turn and live with the animals, they are so placid and self contained;
I stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their condition;
They do not lie awake in the dark and weep for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their duty to God;
Not one is dissatisfied-not one is demented with the mania of owning things;
Not one kneels to another, nor his kind that lived thousands of years ago;
Not one is responsible or industrious over the whole earth." 
― Walt Whitman

Monday, April 24, 2017

BECCA

BECCA:  Puppy found in house with other deceased dogs in raid on Bay Street.
Dog fighting at its finest.  They broke her foot so she couldn't run.
Due to that, her shoulder muscle never developed.  She was due for
amputation, but now has to deal with Parvo.
Please say a prayer for Becca.

I don't even know where to begin.  It was a really crazy weekend.  I take a day off on Friday, I pre-plan it a month ahead, and within that month, I start to make plans.  Like spend the day with my niece Brenna - we do lunch, do a little shopping.  Then I think - 'oh, I can start my spring cleaning, de-clutter, and get rid of a ton of stuff on Saturday and Sunday!  AND, I can sleep in (go back to bed after getting home from morning rounds) TWO mornings instead of just one.  But by the time the actual day of vacation rolls around, within that month long time period, I've obtained at least 10 obligations I must meet. 

Friday morning started with taking two very scared, miserable and hungry ferals to a barn in Marion.  After visiting that wonderful barn they will live in for a couple of weeks before they are allowed to roam the 14 acre property, I drove to visit some friends in Walworth.  After that, I came home to make a wonderful creamy cauliflower soup (cashews made it creamy - Bon Appetit).  Yes, cooking is my sanity.  Then off to meet two old neighbors for a drink at 4.  But before I went in to meet them, I played my messages on my cell phone.  A call from the head of the City Garden Permits.  I called back, and was told that I had to move whatever I had on that property, or the County/City was going to remove it Monday - they needed to bait for rats.  My heart sank, and at that moment, my weekend went south.  I knew the monumental work ahead of me, and I reached out for help.  I knew Saturday Sheryl would be with me, but I needed a truck.  Thanks to a wonderful girl named Terri, she drove in from Mendon at 5 am. Saturday morning to help me.  I was out there at 3:30 am. doing all my feedings, and then came back home at 4:30 to pick up Sheryl, who had just arrived, and then back to this spot to meet Terri.  Two weeks prior, Patti and Todd had delivered some beautiful shelters here and we had cleaned up and set up these wonderful HEAVY shelters for the four kitties that have called this lot home for over 7 years now.  I have fought tooth and nail to keep this spot throughout all these years.  And now I had to remove it all.

I moved them, and will pray they stay where they are for good, but coaxing these four cats would and will be a challenge.  They are so confused.  This morning, two did manage to make their way down to this new location, with me doing the constant kissy sound.  The other two, they stayed back and waited for me to lay a plate of food and bowl of water under the tree near the street.  It looks like someone raked on the left side of the lot.  Perhaps the homeowner next door.  The city or county is supposed to be there today to set rat bait.

On a good note, I found a note taped to the old spot on Second and Central, where the disabled man who owns the property and took all my stuff down last week.  The note said to call him and left a number.  I did, and turns out this man is wonderful.  Disabled, he and his spouse (husband) did what they could on a low income for the cats.  He said inside his gates were shelters and beds and food.  I explained to him the importance of getting these cats spayed and neutered and how important it was for me to gain their trust so that I can trap them, and he understood, and after more conversation, he said I could use a certain corner of his lot.  I nearly cried.  This was certainly my high point in a very dismal weekend.  The next morning, I moved the temporary shelters across the busy street back over to his lot, and begin again the arduous task of getting these cats to trust me again. 

There is so much more I have to say about so many things, but I must get to work.  I can’t forget to tell you about Springer, Topper and Pringles!  More on that tomorrow. 


Have a great day.

"The worst sin towards our fellow creatures is not to hate them, but to be indifferent to them:  that's the essence of inhumanity."

Thursday, April 20, 2017

Gotcha, Gotcha, Gotcha

Wow, talk about stress.

For those of you who are not familiar with trapping, here is how my morning went step by step.

3:30 a.m.:  Out the door, place mackerel on newspaper in four traps, place traps in back of Jeep.  Head to 386 Parsells in hopes of trapping four cats so that two can go to one barn and another two can go to another – both expecting them.  This is AFTER they are vetted today at a clinic that is expecting them also.  Place two traps on porch, and two on the ground next to the house.  Drive off to begin my normal routine of feeding cats at 16 other locations. 

3:50 am.:  Head back to check on traps.  Raccoon in trap on ground.  Go let him out – reset smelly food, reset trap.  Leave to feed more kitties. 

4:10 am.:  Head back to check on traps.  Same raccoon in trap on porch.  Go let him out – Take trap away because newspaper is shredded inside, and I don’t think kitties are going to go for this trap.  Drive off to do more.


UPDATE:  SHE was PREGNANT.

4:45 am.:  Drive back, GOTCHA.  Fluffy grey feral kitty.  Hissing.  Cover him up, and drive off to do just a few more spots.


5:15 am.:  Finished up with all my locations:  Rebuild shelter for the 8 or so on Central and Second.  They are so confused.  They now will have to cross two lanes of street to get to their food.  Although I did leave dry under the mailbox for them.  I tried to make the kissy sound for as long as I could from across the street, trying to lure them over.  Thank God no druggies were out this morning to disturb me.  I did leave a note on the step of this man’s house, pleading with him to allow me to feed there.  I will share it below.  Head back to check on traps.  One kitty in trap.  Cover him up with blanket, place gently in Jeep.  Drive home to get ready for tomorrow’s feedings (no more dry food after today – another trip to Walmart tomorrow for $100+ just for dry food), get ready for work (I spiff up for work!)



6:50 a.m.:  Head back to Parsells to check on remaining trap.  POW!.WHAMMM!  ZWAPP!. (I know, what is WRONG with me?  What can I say, I like Batman words....)  😁  Got another.  All going to vet where they will be spayed/neutered, ear-tipped, defleaed and dewormed.

Hopefully, they will live a long life in a barn in Marion, where three others went.  I need to count how many were rescued since the last trapping – within two weeks its something like 15?  Three of those are now being adopted. 

There are still at least five more – two red with white, one very fluffy red, one black (who allowed me to touch him), and another very fluffy tabby – Maine coon looking.  I will continue as long as I have to, as long as I can pay for the vetting, and as long as I have the vet appointments.

Here is the note I left for the man, with edits from some of you!  Thank you very much!:

Dear Mr. Plakosh,

Let me introduce myself.  My name is Janine Wagner, and I am a one woman rescue organization, mainly cats. I am writing this letter to humbly ask if you would allow me to continue to feed and shelter the cats on your property, temporarily, until I can trap them and find them homes.  My intentions are good if you would kindly allow me to explain my actions.

Late last year I noticed kittens running down your driveway near the road, and back under your fence. Since then, I began to notice many other cats. My plan was to rescue the kittens, and get the other adults spayed and neutered. As you may be aware, this kind of action doesn’t happen overnight, especially if you are a one woman rescue organization. It requires trapping them, getting veterinarian appointments, time and money. I operate out of my own pocket for food, travel, spaying/neutering and spend $250 a week feeding the stray cats around the area. I go to 14 feeding stations 7 days a week/52 weeks a year. I am trying my best to help your neighborhood, and at the same time help the animals have a safe haven, as well as keeping mice away.

I honestly did not know the property was privately owned.  I thought it belonged to the city. I became worried with the winter looming so I began to provide shelter for all the cats. The shelters allow me to set traps. I have since rescued three cats from this location and found them good homes. If the cats were too feral I had then TNR’d (trapped, neuter and returned).There are still several more that will reproduce if they are not spayed and neutered. In order for me to keep on trapping.  I need them to maintain their trust in me and it is necessary that I feed and house them in familiar territory, for me to trap them.  I will then place them in other territories or when possible, find them homes.  I humbly ask that you allow me to carry on feeding and housing these cats, on your property, so that I can continue to TNR and rescue those that I can. There is nowhere else for them to go. Please, please allow me to continue the work I started. Isn’t there some arrangement we can work out at least temporarily?

So that's how my morning started.  How about you???  I know one person is in Florida, smelling the ocean.  I am so jealous.  :(

Have a nice day. PS, today is my Friday - 'vacation' day.  Right.

RESCUER'S ARE ANGELS

Tail tucked between your legs,
 Confusion in your eyes 
I know it's hard to understand
That someone heard your cries.

When loneliness is all you know
And pain is all you feel
And no one can be trusted
And hunger's all too real.

That's the time the Lord sees you
And lets you know He's there
That's when He sends His messengers
The hearts that love and care.

Yes, rescuers are angels
You cannot see their wings
They keep them neatly folded
As they do their caring things.

The medicine to make you well,
Good food to make you strong.
And finally to help you learn
That hugs are never wrong.

The perfect place then must be found
The home where you can live
Secure and safe and happy
With joy to get and give.

When you reach your Forever Home,
Your place to feel whole.
The angels smile and off they go
To save another sole.

Author Unknown

Wednesday, April 19, 2017

Wash Your Hands!



I wash my hands a million times a day.  If I am not at a sink, like in a car, I have my hand wipes.  I am so conscientious of germs, you might consider me a 'germaphobe.'  Touching money, leaving a grocery store after gripping a cart, getting gas, typing on a keyboard!, shaking hands, and last but not the very least, feeding cats in the morning!  The grossest things are out there!  Remember last year when I squirted myself in the face with slug juice after stepping on one by mistake?  GROSS!

In the meantime, I have been returning home each morning lately very down.  I am fighting such battles out there.  This jerk on the corner of Second and Central removed the plates I placed yesterday for the seven or eight cats I feed on that corner, the Mailbox Kitties.  This morning, I placed the bowls somewhere else on the ground, and left a note saying something like, Dear Eugene, Do you really want to be this cruel to the cats?  I am only trying to help them, rescue them, protect them.  You are thwarting my efforts.  Please reconsider.

How can a human being do this to a helpless homeless animal.  He has this huge plot of land, and does nothing with it.  Is this how he wants to be remembered in his final years on this earth, someone that displaced so many animals?  I remember when these older kittens were baby kittens, running under the fence on his property.  I couldn't get them - I just placed bowls of food on the side of the road where I saw them playing.

Now I want to write him a letter.  I am going to draft something for him today and mail it.  The cats are now leery of me again, so I can't get close enough, especially the one that has come around to my petting him, because they are so confused - where have their sleeping shelters gone?  Why is the food left in a different spot...  I am just so disheartened.

Then we have Parsells.  Thankfully, I have been offered three spots at a clinic tomorrow.  I will set three traps, but really am not sure about getting all three, especially with rain in the forecast.  I have a place for them to go - a barn situation just waiting.

I had two people reach out yesterday who want to adopt my remaining rescues, Pringles and Topper.  I am so thrilled, beyond belief.  And Springer is still being 'tested' out.  I am hoping that all three get adopted so that I can rescue more!

“Humanity's true moral test, its fundamental test…consists of its attitude towards those who are at its mercy: animals.” 


Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Its Not All Doom and Gloom!

TOPPER (available!)
I know its been gloomy lately, but its not always like that.  Although I have to say, during these troubled times, for me and the cats, I just want to give up.  If murder were legal...........  oh wait, I shouldn't say that. 

I did receive the dreaded call last evening (and what a way to have a good night's sleep, eh?) that Quentin, the man that bought the house on Parsells and is renovating to have tenants move in, said no longer.  No longer will he allow me to feed the cats on the porch.  I did not answer the phone, like I usually don't if I don't recognize the number, and am glad I didn't.  I don't know what I would have said.

I realized another thing this morning, as I pulled up to Third Street, the stop just before Central and Second, the mailbox kitties...  I realized that I am very bad at defending myself when it comes to the cats.  I sound like an idiot.  For some reason, I cannot get out an intelligent, plausible, reasonable, knowledgeable answer when I am confronted with something negative about the cats...  I mean, look, I practically cried on the phone the first time I had to speak with Quentin!  And he could hear it in my voice, it was that obvious!  I care so deeply about the cats that I care for that I just can't sound like a professional!  I want to list the reasons as to WHY I am feeding the cats, and WHY they deserve to have me feed them, and WHY they deserve to have shelter, and WHY they are not as bad as 'you people', YES, 'YOU PEOPLE' think they are!~  But I just can't.  I can't think of intelligent answers as to why.  And here I've been doing this for 20 years now.  And I still sound like an idiot.

I also found out that the property on the corner of Second and Central belongs to this very eccentric man named Eugene, and I believe this man bought this property for a dollar! back in 2005.  I have no right to it, but I still placed food bowls this morning for the seven cats that this man displaced, and I will continue to do so.  I scouted around looking for what I could do next there, but just can't think.  I have too much to think about.

Parsells, I am hoping to continue to have help by getting clinic appointments for the remaining six cats, by trapping first, and then  getting them to barns.  They are so confused.  I did place food dishes under the bushes at the house next door this morning.  There.  For the next three days they are calling for rain, so I have to figure out another alternative.  I just have too much on my plate.  I am setting up shelter a few houses down on the street behind and calling for them, but the dogs in the back yard right there bark their crazy heads off.

But to sign off with a good note...  Springer, the cutie I trapped on Parsells two weeks ago, is in a loving home this morning, since yesterday, on a trial basis.  The nice girl has a few other kitties and fingers crossed, they are all getting along.  The last note I received from her last night was that he just laid on her on the couch.  :)  Sweet! 

Another great bit of news...  the first two cats I grabbed from this hell house on Parsells last week after Hearthside Cats offered to take them ...  they are going to be adopted!  YES!  Prince and Parker are going to be adopted together!!!  I can't tell you how happy this makes me, I fed them for so many years, and each and every morning would leave feeling heartbroken that I couldn't take them.  THANK YOU Hearthside for making this possible! 

PARKER and PRINCE


Now to get our other babies adopted, so that we can rescue more!

PRINGLES (available!)
Have a great day.

"When God Pushes You 
To The Edge Of Difficulty
Trust Him Fully
Because Two Things
Can Happen
Either He'll Catch
You When You Fall,
Or
He Will Teach You
How To Fly"

Monday, April 17, 2017

Gone Again...

First off, they did it again.  Another shelter home for homeless cats.  On Central Park.  It was the eccentric man that lives next door.  The address of this man is 290 Central Park.  I am wondering how I can handle this.  This is where what started out to be the Mailbox kitties.  The closer that winter became, the more I knew I had to do something to help protect these cats.  So I began to place shelters under a tarp that hung over half moon stakes that must have once been a garden, several year ago for  sure.  Several times - the blizzard, the windstorm – I had to rebuild as the tarps blew, the weightless Styrofoam boxes blew, and now this.  Everything gone.  I  found my tarps, and all the shelter were piled up in front of his house.  I need to find out who owns this property that is vacant next door.  It is on the corner of Central and Second.  The north side of the street.  I need to find a place for these cats to take shelter in.  Thank God we are in our warm months here in Rochester.

Parker and Prince
Other than that, it was a mellow weekend.  I went out to a wonderful shelter in Avon, called Hearthside Cats.  A girl named Ashley helps to run the place, all strictly volunteers.  I wish she had more help, and I wish Hearthside had a better location.  Its in an old auto shop/garage, and no windows.  The cats are very well taken care of, but I hate to see cats caged.  There is good reason for this, as Ashley pointed out to me as we toured.  I also helped with litter boxes, which was a job in itself.  I wish someone wealthy could donate a house to this wonderful organization.    There is not a lot of activity there, the girls take shifts.  Do cats get lonely?  Do cats miss seeing the outside, from where they came from?  Again, I wish someone would leave their house for this wonderful organization.  Or something similar.  They do such good!  Parker and Prince are in the same cage, and Petals and Petunia are just next to them in separate cages.  I just wanted to take them all home.  

Parsells update:  I have not yet heard from Quentin about the plates I am still leaving on the porch, as no one has moved in yet, obviously, but I know time is ticking.  I counted six cats there waiting for me.  I heard from a man that was willing to help trap and get the kitties to Cornell for free spaying by the students there.  He then said he would take two for his barn.  I also saw a post on Keller's Kats from a woman who offered to take four for her barn, but she has not returned my call. So things are completely up in the air.  Say a prayer.

On Sunday, I had a group show up with beautiful new shelters.  We rebuilt three locations!  Thank you to Patti, Todd, Kristin and Sheryl (who's birthday it is today!).  I will get pictures when I can.  I am so completely grateful for their help.  The shelters that these replaced were terrible.  Those poor animals, shouldn't have had to live in those conditions.  I just didn't know how bad they were.  Again, thanks to Karla, from Keller's Kats, who had the forethought to ask for help for me from her 'fans.'  :)

One note, the Baldwin red kitty that I practically trip over each morning when I feed there, that I tried to rescue way back, and when he got out of the carrier in my bathroom went berserk, like a feral would, has a sound coming from him, the only way I can describe it is that it sounds like a rattle in his chest?  Anyone know what this might be?

SPRINGER

PRINGLES

TOPPER


Lets get these angels adopted!

That's it for today.  I wish everyone a good day!

"You must be the change you wish to see
in this world."

Friday, April 14, 2017

Sponsor a Spay for May!



It was a much quieter morning out there. 

Turns out, the person who was able to take in more kitties for her barn is going away, so trapping this weekend won't work.  We would have needed to take kitties somewhere immediately.  And we trap at 5 am.  Secondly, the only other person helping me trap with a drop trap has plans until the end of month, so I am SOL.  I counted four today still left on Parsells there - a very fluffy young kitty, the old red with white on chest kitty, another tabby young kitty, and the white with tabby markings young kitty.  I did not see the red fluffy one.  Nor the black one.  That's six.  I did leave food, and the guy has not said anything to me yet.  But I can understand the way he sees it also.  I can't be intruding on anyone if they move in.  That's where I stop.  I have to.

Another downer is that I have no TNR spots for the clinic this month.  So many kitties going unneutered in my area of town.  In May, I can start up again.  At $60 a pop.  If anyone would like to help sponsor a spay for May, that would be awesome.  You can call the clinic at 585-288-0600 and ask them to credit my account...  JanineTheBean Rescue, Inc.  Its tax exempt, and you will have prevented many kittens being born.  Win Win!

TOPPER - Adopt Me!

PRINGLES - Adopt Me!

SPENCER - Adopt Me!
All these guys need homes!

Speaking of fosters, I want to wish my friend Melissa a Happy National Foster Day!  She is one of my awesome fosters - out of the three I have faithfully - who takes in my special needs kitties, mostly kittens.  She does wonders getting them acclimated to being indoors - and helping to socialize these soon to be feral kittens if they were not rescued and fostered  by her.  She has done so much good for so many cats.  Melissa wanted to share the following:

"Most people say they won't foster pets because they'll fall in love with it and won't wan t to give it up to an adopter.  But know that your unselfishness will help save the next life - from euthanasia to a sad, short life on the streets.  Please consider fostering for Janine."

Thanks Melissa, for your unselfishness and compassion!  Now lets get Springer adopted!  (Springer has someone interested in him, fingers crossed!)  XO



Speaking of rescue, this little guy above on the right, unneutered, has been allowing me to pet him.  He is next.  I will be able to scruff him and place in carrier, but need either a) a foster, or b) a spot for low cost neuter.  He is GORGEOUS.  Fluffy and gorgeous. 

That's it for today.  WHAT A WEEK!  PS, total cats since a week ago Tuesday...  12?  12 more off the streets!  Woo hoo!

Have a great day!