Tuesday, August 30, 2016

TNR Tuesday

Gotcha!  Meet Peaches.  I had to give him a name for the paperwork when he goes into the clinic, but whoever can foster this beautiful sweet boy will have naming rights!  :)  Peaches is in rough shape, but with some antibiotics in his system, a neuter and some shots, he will hopefully be be good to go after he is combo tested.

Peaches from Pennsylvania!

The streets are no place for these abandoned stray cats.  Take for instance. 

I’ve been telling you about the baby kittens I’ve discovered next door to Syd and Johnny’s Auto Shop on Bay Street, across from Seventh.  I spotted the mother one day weeks ago wandering the parking lot there in the early hours of 4:30 a.m., drove up and placed food on the side, with water.  Next morning, bowl was empty.  Figured kitty was eating it, so started doing it daily.  A few days ago I discovered the kittens.  Probably no older than three weeks to maybe four weeks old.  Babies.  I brought a shelter with me the next morning, and taped a note to the side of it.  Lo and behold, Johnny, the owner, called me.  Turns out his wife is Facebook friends with me, and she actually is a school chum of mine from junior high, and she has the same name as me – Janine!   I am sure that clinched it because he agreed to allow me a little time to get the kittens, otherwise, he doesn’t want food placed there.  He even offered to have a look at the Catmobile Jeep today, so that was dropped off.  Fingers crossed its not too serious, and will get me through another winter.  It has only 108,000 miles!  L  Back to kittens, I am praying I get some help with this from someone who already has way too much on her plate.  I also have someone who has offered to foster the kittens, so it’s a good situation, except for mama kitty, who will likely be placed back out on the street.  Maybe I can release her across the street where I have a colony already.  Its close enough so that she might know the area if she so chooses to cross the street back to the garage.  But the owner won’t want me to continue feeding there.  That brings me to my next point.

These cats need a safe haven.   There is a vacant lot next door to his garage, city owned?  I don’t know.

I do know that I am meeting with the Mayor personally, and some of her staff, and we have a half hour to convince them of what I need, and what the rescue groups need from the city, and to prove the importance of Trap Neuter Return, and how imperative it is that this city adapt to what other larger cities are doing to help their overpopulation of cats.  We need free neuter spay, more clinics, we need safe shelters on city lots that are managed and kept clean by people like me. 

I saw a cat on the corner of Central and Second, where I have been putting food down under a mailbox for several cats, and she looked like she had just given birth.  We need more volunteers to help get these poor animals so that they don’t have to suffer childbirth (kittenbirth?) under a porch or a bush, and produce kittens who will most likely suffer a painful death before they reach maturity.

In the meantime, I need a foster for Peaches (temporary name) after he is vetted today.  Please spread the word!


Have a good day.

"I am an animal rescuer.  

My job is to assist God's creatures
I was born with the need to fulfill thier needs
I take in new family members without plan, thought, or selection
I have bought dog or cat food with my last dime
I have patted a mangy head with a bare hand
I have hugged someone vicious and afraid
I have fallen in love a thousand times
And I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body
I have animals friends and friends who have animals
I don't often use the word pet
I notice those lost at the roadside
And my heart aches
I will hand-raise a field mouse
And make friends with a vulture
I know of no creature unworthy of my time
War and abuse makes me hurt for the world
But a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind
We are a quiet but determined army
And making a difference every day
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan
Nothing more rewarding than saving a life
No higher recognition than watching them thrive
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play
who only days ago was too weak to eat
I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done
My home is never quiet
My wallet is always empty
But my hearts is always full."


Monday, August 29, 2016

Leave it to the Beave!

This morning, I think I disturbed a slumbering beaver in my spot on Garson.  I could hear a thumpety thump, and lo and behold, he went right toward me, blinded by the light.  I think he was just confused.  He was fat, and had a very flat tail.  Beaver, right?

If its not one thing, its another.  So, the Catmobile, the 2004 Jeep is on its last leg.  In fact, no leg.  I need to find another ASAP.  I looked online for a used SUV, which I will have to tap into my retirement account for, but they are all so darned expensive, and the mileage of the few I found are up there too.  To top that off, who has time during the work week to search for a car?  I am pretty much chained to my desk during the day, having to get coverage if I leave to even use the restroom (TMI, I know).  I am pretty upset about things lately.  Grill went kaput in the springtime, never did replace, and Friday, my lawnmower went kaput - to it to repair service to leave for a week - $40 down.  The tire on the Jeep had a nail in it and Dunn Tire would not honor the fact that I just bought the four tires due to someone slashing them in February.  $52 - they gave us a small break.   OK, enough complaining for today.  There are bigger things, as I have to remind myself.

My wish list:  Pallets.  AND someone with a circular saw and sawhorse (?) to come and cut down some very large pieces of wood donated by a kind man this past Saturday.  Thank you Bob.  But I can't transport them in a SUV, they are too big.  And too large for the purpose they will be used for.   And of course always food.  I tallied up what is spent buying wet and dry food each week.  $180.  CRAZY. 

Miss B's fundraiser is coming along.  Thank you to those of you that donated.  Cash, notebooks, pens, pencils, markers, crayons, snack bags, thank you.  Snack bags, and colored paper/art supplies would be useful.  She has tons of notebooks I think, but I will get a tally from her this week.  Her neighborhood back-to-school party for the impoverished kids is not until September 17th.   She sent me a sweet note earlier (speaking of, she asked for thank you cards and stamps so that she can thank those of you that donated!).  :)  "The girls (her friends helping her) are very proud of you for  all the work you done for us.  They're glad you are on our team.  I'm very proud of you also for all the help you have given to us."  sweet.  but she still can drive me crazy.  I think being homeless makes you think differently about possessions.  She has too much in her house.  I can't be in it for too long, drives me crazy.  Clutter.  Too much.


Red Injured Boy on Pennsylvania this a.m.

Due to the Jeep being out of commission, I have to rethink my TNR Tuesday.  The sweet red boy, who is injured on Pennsylvania, was there this morning.  He is not neutered, I think I may try to get him in carrier and rescue him on top of that.  Someone volunteered to foster him.  To boot, there are at least five baby baby kittens on Bay Street at an automotive shop.  I've been putting food down for long haired black mama, not knowing she had babies.  Saw them, they are maybe four weeks tops.  I put a shelter behind this auto place and left a note with my number, asking for compassion while I try to get them trapped.  I need help here.

The weekend was a bang - I was on the Kimberly and Beck show on Friday.  Love her.  She is fun.  Beck is nice too.  I know they are controversial, but they have not done anything to me personally except to welcome me into their studio and help spread the word about the problem our city is facing with the overpopulation of cats.  We need to spread the word, far and wide!  It was recorded.

Hopefully you all can play this.  I hate the way I sound and look, but its all for the cause, right?  :)



The first part was taped on Facebook, the second is just audio.


I have no idea is this is going to work.  Its telling me 'uploading video' but it just kept doing it.  Finally I had to hit cancel.  I cannot get this to work.  Any computer wizs out there?  I need help sharing this stuff!  :(

OK, it didn't work.  I don't know how I can share with everyone.  :(

One more kitty to post who needs a home desperately.  Sweet sweet sweet.



Have a great day.

"Real kindness seeks no return."

Friday, August 26, 2016

TGIF

I have a vacation day today but its going to be a stressful one for me.  I have a few things I have to prepare for, one of them being a guest on a local radio show.  I need to prepare what I am going to say for this important - what I consider important - message I am trying to convey to people.  That Cats Lives Matter, and that we need to step up and help them.  More residents of the city need to, and more leaders of this city need to.   Wish me luck.  The things I will do for a cat.  Good God.

Someone pointed out that the Mayor does not know all the people I have helped out on the streets over all these years.  I would give my last dime to a person I could tell is in need.  And I have.  Look at Miss B.  Look at Wally.  Look at homeless Will.  Look at all the prostitutes and homeless men I've helped.  Read my blog since 2008.  I've given out my own pair of gloves, handed out more hats to people, I care about people and I care about animals.  I care about people and animals who are down and out.  I am not just going out there and throwing food down.   I am spaying and neutering and reducing the population as much as one person can do.  I am trying to give a little bit of love to an animal who is dying for it.  Dying for a little food, and attention - to help it through its journey from birth on the streets to its death on the streets.  We can't just look the other way, that is cruelty at its best.

Lastly, for today, I wanted you to know I have been offered a meeting with the Mayor of our city.  It will be in September, late, and I am honored, yet also nervous, because I need to have my ducks in a row, which isn't always easy for me under stressful conditions, and I need to keep myself in check.  No emotion.  Just facts.  I need to have an easy presentation to present.  Facts and figures.  I want to thank everyone who has offered advice, written letters - since the city removed my shelters - all of that is how this meeting even became possible.  So much support.  I really want this city to make a change in how its dealing with the cat population.  I know its important to anyone who has ever placed a plate or food or a bowl of water for an animal in need.  Anyone who has taken in an orphaned animal.  Please God let this be possible for all those sweet and helpless animals on the streets right now. 

Have a good day.

PS, we still have many kittens available for adoption - Jules, Jinx, Jace and Lucy! 


Thursday, August 25, 2016

The Rain in Spain

Thank you Lord for keeping the rain from pouring down on me until I finished up my very last stop this morning.  I sometimes wonder if the rain is God's tears, for all the sadness in the world.  There is so much.  But he always promises sunshine and rainbows.  Then again, rain is good!  It feeds the earth.  I thank God for all these things we have to endure.  It keeps us strong.

No problem on Parsells this morning.  No sighting of the kittens either.  The person who commented on Lonsberry, thanks for your anger and efforts - to reiterate, he's ignorant to this problem, nor does he care.  Forget about him.  And the person who commented on the barn situation, you are spot on with my experiences.  Thank you for sharing the downside to relocating cats.  Its doesn't always work out every time.  They need homes.

I have to share this heartwarming story with you.  This couple from Texas, who found me from the D & C article (they are from NY), wrote to me to commend me for what I was doing, and after a brief exchange, she shared this story with me.  It just goes to show you what great lengths people will do for these sweet precious animals.  Here goes:


I’m Sue, Tom’s wife...we both read the article on your feeding the feral cats and getting them their shots and would just like to thank you for what you do.  Tom and I are both lifelong animal lovers. I’ve volunteered for many years at animal shelters (we live in Austin, TX...moved there 13 years ago after we retired, but return to Port Bay, NY every summer...our families are all here and we beat the heat!).  Tom and I have “raised” two feral litters...the first litter was born under our deck when we lived in Webster, NY. Prior to their birth, on Xmas night, Tom was taking a load of trash out after our Xmas party and a cat jumped out of one of the garbage bags and scared the heck out of him! So, I immediately put a plate of turkey out for it. Tom kept saying “you should stop feeding that cat because my biggest fear is that we’re going to wake up some morning to five kittens coming out from under our deck.”  I said “oh, we don’t even know if it’s a male or a female” and I kept feeding “it.”  She (as it turned out) was the wildest feral I’ve ever seen...even snow blowing off a tree limb would send her flying.  Well, my husband’s fears came true...in May, out she came from under our deck followed by exactly FIVE kittens...one calico, two tigers, one Bengal tiger, one tortishell.  The kittens looked large...around 8 weeks before we even knew they existed.  So my husband was very upset with me.

I immediately contacted a rescue group and they brought over a HUGE pet-store type cage for me to borrow.  I had to trap all the kittens and get them spayed and neutered, but I needed a large holding area until they were old enough for the surgeries.  I had called my vet and he was amazing....he told me he would spay and neuter them for $15 and $25  each.  So, I trapped them (along with mama...had her spayed...she took off and I never saw her again). The kittens were ferocious...tried to bite, would hiss, climbed to the furthest point in the cage to stay away from me.  I’d take turns wrapping them in large bath towels so I could hold them on my lap and try to socialize them...they wanted none of that...just hated me.  Finally, they were old enough to get their surgeries.  The vet told me that as long as I let them live under my deck and fed them, they would lead a good life.  So I agreed.  When I got them home, I had to cage them for a couple of days until they were entirely recuperated from the surgery.  Then it was time to release them. So I said “OK you miserable little critters...go off and have a great life!” I opened the cage door and instead of flying out, they sauntered out and sat there looking at me!  You could have knocked me over with a feather.  One of them started rubbing me around my legs.  So I tried the “one finger” pet and they liked it! So, the love affair began.  I moved them from under the deck in the cold weather, had a cat door installed in my attached shed, taught them how to use it, then from there, opened that up into the garage. Had huge quilts piled two feet high on the floor and would sit in the shed with them for a visit every day during the tough winter months.   When they were five, we moved to Texas...what to do with the cats? Because they were still feral...only let my husband and me pet them...nobody else...we had to take them with us! So, what a fun trip across country in a moving van, a car, two Gordon Setter dogs and a crate of feral cats! 

To finish the story, on the FIRST DAY moving into our new house in Austin, I look outside and there is a black feral cat marching through our yard followed by FOUR black kittens.  Another feral litter! So, I repeated the process.  I kept my NY cats in crates and moved them around the property for the first week and that worked great...they settled into their new (warmer) home immediately and without incident.  AND they totally accepted the new feral litter!  The NY cats have all passed on, now, and I only have two of the TX litter left (13 yrs old) and my neighbor feeds them for me while we’re in NY during the summer.

So anyhow, that’s our background.  By the way, my husband LOVES our feral cats and realized it wasn’t such a disaster waiting to happen that he thought it would be.  We’ve rescued many cats over the years...and if the rescues were strays and sociable, we rehomed them into inside homes.  But that’s why my husband contacted you..said he would like to send you a donation toward the food you buy for the ferals you feed.  Sue.

I wrote her back and asked her if she wouldn't mind me sharing this story, here was her response:

 Later, Sue wrote:

..this is only a miniscule piece of the entire story as you can imagine...one of NY kittens disappeared at 8 wks and didn’t get trapped...I never knew what happened to him...he was the Bengal tiger...we had  large woods behind our house and I figured he wandered off and something happened to him.  Six months later, out of the woods he came...all pumped up full of testosterone and glorious..I named him Drew because it looked like someone drew all over him (pictured below head rubbing his brother Itchy after we moved them to Texas). Well, I couldn’t believe my eyes...and I figured I’d never be able to trap him and get him to the vet...a big, unaltered feral like that.  So, I just started talking to him...he came around to eat of course.  It didn’t take long for him to re-join his brothers and sisters and I did get him neutered. When it was time to leave for Texas, he had disappeared again...so we had to leave him behind and asked the people who bought our house to keep putting food out and let us know if they saw him.  They did...so when I had to fly back to NY for something six months later....I forget what...I called my old neighbors to see if Drew was still hanging around...he was (and they didn’t want to keep feeding him).  So my other neighbor called me one day to say “he’s in my yard”...so I drove over to his  house...it had been months since Drew had seen me last.  I sat down in the yard and started talking to him.  He sat down...but kept his distance and started to meow.  I’d talk, he’d talk back.  This went on for a  good 20 to 30 minutes...he finally started to slowly approach me...when he got up to me, he crawled in my lap, put his paws around my neck and I hugged the heck out of him...I turned around and my neighbor was watching out his window and was giving me the thumbs up with a big smile on his face.  So, guess what?  We had to FLY Drew back to Texas...what a nightmare trip that was.  The funny thing is that Drew and Itchy were the two most affectionate as they got older. Drew got so tame that I could carry him in the vet’s office and he would let the vet technicians hold him....a 360 degree turnaround from his younger years.  He was the last to die.  He became best friends with one of the little girls from the Texas litter...always slept together in the same bed. (several candid pics below)








What a neat lady.  I am so lucky to have the exposure I've been getting to meet so many wonderful people.  

Thanks Kristin for adding up my numbers for this year so far.

Your numbers so far this year:

28 rescues.  27 TNRs - woop woop.  I am a bit down compared to last year, but thats not too shabby for one girl.

"Life is as dear to a mute creature as it is to man.  Just as one wants happiness and fears pain, just as one wants to live and not die, so do other creatures."

~The Dalai Lama

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Trouble In Paradise



Paradise.  Parsells Avenue.  Far from Paradise.  Years ago, this street had a high population of cats and a high rate of crime.  I think the crime has lessened, but so has the cat population, thanks to ME.  I have been the only one on this street doing something about the reproduction of cats for many years now.  I have rescued close to 40 cats from this street over the past six or so years.  I have TNR'd double that over the past few years. 

This morning, as I went to check on the food on my way home at this stop I make midway between Culver and Webster Ave, there was a young black man who immediately came up close from the house next door and asked if it was me feeding the cats.  I said yes, he told me he wanted me to stop, that the cats were pissing in the garden.  This is the son of the nice man Carl who I've known for years and never had a problem with me doing this.  His wife called me a year ago and asked me to stop but I told her that I couldn't, there was no where for these cats to go right now but this vacant house next door to them, and that I was doing a good thing for this neighborhood by getting these cats spayed and neutered. 

By the way, this is also where I just released Priscilla earlier in the morning.  Priscilla was in heat, and lactating.  So she may be the mother of the three kittens that I've seen there, and she was ready to go at it again.  MORE cats.  If I hadn't had her spayed yesterday, another pregnancy.

Back to the story.  So this man then began to get violent, picked up a large piece of something, a childs playmobile or something and threw it toward the house and said this is what I will do with the cats.  He then went up on the porch and began to collect all the plates of food and I followed, telling him to take his hands off.  He then told me if I touched him there would be trouble.  He then threw it all in the garbage bin.  I called 911.  Within minutes, two officers arrived.  Unfortunately, I got the wrong officer.  He was calm, let me tell him my plight in a calm  manner, but said if he were living next door to the cats, he wouldn't like it either.  He also said that if I weren't feeding the cats, they would find food on their own.  He also said that me feeding them was attracting more cats.  I felt helpless.  At that point, I wasn't even listening to him.  I was concentrating on what I would do next.  I was thinking about the three baby kittens, I was thinking about the 10 or so cats that rely on me every single morning.  I was thinking I need to get going and get to work.  I am not good at defending what I do.  In the meantime, old mother hubbard came out and was telling the other officer the same story her son was saying.  They didn't want me, or the cats there.  I left, feeling helpless.  I know I am partially to blame for all this because I have never been able to educate people in how to live with the animals.  I've had nothing but trouble here.  There has GOT to be one compassionate person here, but I don't know where or who they are.  Bottom line from the officer, I had just as much right to feed there as they have just as much right to remove my food.  He said I could get into trouble if there is any more trouble.

Thats it in a nutshell for today.  I am very disappointed, and sad.

Have a nice day.


Tuesday, August 23, 2016

TNR Tuesday

My City Garden

Other Side of Garden - Veggies!


Today is the day - Tuesdays all summer and fall - that I have two spots allotted to me at the local low-cost animal clinic where I can have two cats spayed or neutered, given rabies and distemper, treated for fleas and parasites, ear-tipped, and are good to go.  All for $60 per cat.  That's been a very expensive undertaking for me, but I do it to try to control the overpopulation of cats here in Rochester, in the Beechwood section near the public market to be exact.  I can't to anymore than that.  Its too much.

Priscilla on Parsells

I set the first trap on Melville this morning, where there has been a kitten spotted.  And where a kitten is, an unspayed mother is.  I drove off, set the next trap further up Parsells where there are about 10 cats hovering around waiting for me.  I went off and did many more of my usual spots, and came back to Melville, nothing, drove off to check Parsells, VOILA!  Got what I think is a young girl, who could be the mother of the three kittens I've seen this past three weeks there.  Great catch. Hello Pretty Priscilla!  No more babies for you!

Kitties on Central this morning



I then went to the back nine to finish off my spots.  Nothing in particular to note today.  Just very quiet, an average of three cats at each location, but some have 10 or more.  I saw so many cats on the side of the road on my journey.  Just pathetic.  Of course I layed down food and water for them also. 

Spencer this morning

By the way, Spencer will be going to a local vet this Thursday for another exam.  He is lethargic but eating.  My sweet sweet boy.  :(  They prescribed these horse pills for him to be given on an empty stomach.  He takes it like a champ.  :(

The photographer and journalist who followed me for the Democrat and Chronicle story - which, by the way, printed the story in yesterday's paper, mentioned to me when he was out with me at 4 am. how very quiet and peaceful it was.  And it is.  I feel safe, even though there are zombies walking around.  I did see Seven, the prostitute who I've written about before - she was pregnant and as high as a kite one morning years ago and I called police asking if it was legal for a pregnant woman to be out and drunk like that.  Since then, I met her baby Henry, who died within a year, the sweetest little boy.  She was devastated at the time, and I tried to console her as best as I could.  There are so many sad stories, but hopefully good came to some of them, the ones I don't see around anymore.

Anyway, I went back to the first trap on Melville after my rounds and nothing.  Will try try again.

PS, I finally received my tax exempt status approval from the IRS!  I don't quite know what to do with this next!  :(

PSS, listen to what this ignorant person said on the radio yesterday.  Bob Lonsberry.  What a jerk.  PSSS, love those comments ladies.  Thank you!

(you have to go to the 4th installment on this)
http://wham1180.iheart.com/onair/bob-lonsberry-3440/show-recap-82216-15031775/

Have a great day.

"We don't have a heart for humans
and a heart for animals.
We have one heart or none at all."

Monday, August 22, 2016

TWO More Rescues!

SO much going on this weekend.  Lord.  Help Me. 

Baldwin Kitty

Melville Kitty

So Saturday morning, I was able to rescue another TWO kitties from the street.  One, the fluffy red kitty from Melville, and another short haired buff kitty on Baldwin.  I could NOT have done this without a girl named Jennifer.  Jennifer found me SOMEHOW - either through my blog or Facebook (God, the power of social media, eh?), and connected with me.  Since then, she connected with a no-kill shelter in Buffalo, Hart, told them of my need to get one or two kitties out of Melville where I had trouble last week with a neighbor, and they agreed to take them in.  All I had to do was get them.  And I did!  Woo hoo.  Although I had fallen in love with fluffy red kitty, I pray they are good to him and that he isn't as frightened as I know he was when I picked him up and he had to stay in that carrier for many hours until his arrival at the shelter at 10 am. that morning.  I am hoping to get some updates today.  PS, the grey kitty still there - I am not sure if it belongs to the neighbor on the other side.  Waiting to confirm.

Can't wait to get the total of rescues already this year.  I am thrilled.  Each and every time I am able to take a cat off the street from the misery they live in.

Spencer on the streets

Spencer.  If you remember, I rescued Spencer from the corner of Pennsylvania and Second Streets.  He would run to me each morning, very shy at first, but soon thereafter, he was rolling around on the ground at my feet when I arrived.  I could tell he was very young, playful, and hungry.  I wondered if he was someone’s kitty.  But around this area, it was highly unlikely.  He was there, every single morning.  One morning I went there and threw (I don’t’ mean that literally) into a carrier because it was a TNR Tuesday, and I brought him to the clinic to be neutered.  It killed me to return him but I had no one to take him.  About two weeks later I received a message on FB from a retired priest who wanted a companion for his single kitty.  The very next week, I grabbed Spencer and brought him to this man’s house, and after two nights, he said, please take him back.  Its not going to work out.  His cat did NOT like Spencer.  So Spencer came back to my house.  About a week or two later, a woman reached out and said she would like to adopt, but was leery because of her cat, so I offered to ‘lend’ him out and see how he would do with her.  The first few days were a little hissy, but soon after, he was adjusting quite well.  She was falling in love.  She noticed though that he was scratching himself, as if he had fleas, and he wasn’t gaining any weight, but loved the cooked chicken and burger she was feeding him.  She made an appt. for him and when he was examined, his mouth was very yellow.  JAUNDICE.  They ran some bloodwork and the doc called me last week to give the results.  After asking a vet friend to explain those results to me in English (the original vet is very intimidating and I was not comfortable asking questions, unfortunately), she said there could be a blockage in a biliary duct, and to also consider cirrhosis, hepatitis, or cancer.  Either way she said, it didn’t look good. 

Spencer saved

I told the potential foster I would take him back.  She reluctantly agreed.  She didn’t say this because she didn’t love him, or that she wouldn’t care for him as best as she could, but she was taking a two week trip in a few weeks and with a very sick cat, it wouldn’t be right.  And he was still my cat.  So Sunday, after a few tears between us both, I brought him back to my house.  I fed him cooked chicken and he gobbled it up.  Since, he’s been hissing a bit at my brood, but he’s doing OK.  I don’t know what next step will be.  I will say though, when I feel he is suffering, and he has stopped eating, I will make a decision then.  I will be doing a bit of research on this, and watching.  Keep him in your kitty prayers.


Have a nice day.

"I'm not an activist; 
I don't look for controversy.
I'm not a political person,
but I'm a person with compassion.
I care passionately about equal rights.
I care about human rights.
I care about animal rights."
~Ellen DeGeneres