Thursday, July 28, 2011
I need some encouragement. I have so many kitties right now that are so sick and in need of help. I tried again to trap the kitten this morning, but she is just not going for it. She now waits for me and star
ts crying for me when I get there. She is still so tiny. She is all alone right now, no adult or siblings left. I must get her. Also, there is a black adult long haired kitty that has a huge bump on the side of her face, God knows how painful that is for her. As she waits there for me each day, along with two young teenagers, all three very sweet, I wonder if she can actually eat what I put down. I must rescue her. And the big red cat that has the wound, he waits daily too. They must be taken out of their misery. I just need more space and money!!! Picture is of a rainbow in Loveland, Colorado taken just last evening!
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
Thats nice! And so true... I mentioned in my blog yesterday about mentioning human interactions occasionally in this blog. After all, it can't be all doom and gloom with the occasional happy story! Can it? No, thats pretty much the case with me most of the time, but I like to mix it up. Nothing big, but I was going into a store the other day and just as I approached the door, I could see a woman was going to come out, and she was on crutches. So I opened the door for her to let her go without having to struggle any more than necessary. She looked me in the eyes, tucked her crutches under her arms, and proceeded to walk out, and walk right past me, and just kept going. I then said out loud 'you're welcome', to which she again didn't say a word. Now, this woman was a black woman, and the only reason I bring her color up is that there are resentments for some folks against white people, and this could be someone who harbors that. OR, it could be that she was just brought up with no manners. OR, it could be that her struggles were so huge she just couldnt' talk. I would like to think the latter, because I know that we all have our own crosses to bear, but whatever she was going through at that moment, I realize I shouldn't judge people, and I probably shouldn't have said what I did. On that note, I will focus on the kitties. I tried to trap the remaining baby this morning, but no luck. I did exactly what Heather did to get the little one yesterday. I will mention, sadly enough, I wound up bringing the baby to the shelter yesterday on my own. I could not get in touch with the angel that has been doing that for me. It was one of the hardest moments of my life. I wound up sitting there for a good 25 minutes in front of the place waiting for Heather to bring the kitten, and to watch the volunteers bringing out the dogs to walk, knowing they would only be brought back into their cages, it was devastating enough. I cried and cried. It brings me to the point of educating the many ignorant people out there that this is what happens when you don't spay or neuter your pet. We have too many unwanted animals in this world, and they have to suffer for it. Please spay and neuter your pets, and shout the same message to everyone you pass.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 25, 2011
and sick. I will not give up though!
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Friday, July 22, 2011
dawn is breaking and then go and do my 'first' spot, where my sweet little Spike waits for me, along with four or five others. I didn't see the pregnant Mama Girl at Second. I pray for her. I hate myself for not being able to trap her. It means more cats, which is just sickening. The two kittens were waiting for someone to feed them just down the road. They are just tiny babies, and I hate myself for not being able to get them either. I just really blame myself for not being more diligent in trying to get all these animals off the street. There are just so many factors, and I just can't spend my whole 'free' time trying, I have so many other things I need to do on a daily basis. And I am not being selfish, or am I? I really do blame myself for the overpopulation of the cats I feed, but if I had more help, I could have spayed a lot more than I have already. I have rescued so many cats. I have SUCH a hard time returning a cat back to the streets after its been neutered. Which is why I have rescued so many. They all turned out to be great companions to some very special people that took them. We just need more people like them! There are too many out there that are looking for a home. I am having technical difficulties with my camera at the moment, so the two missing doggies, and Spike's picture won't be seen until possibly tomorrow morning, Saturday, so stay tuned! In the meantime, I post pics of my own brood! This picture is of my dear sweet Boris, who I rescued five years ago in zero temps from under a truck behind a restaurant I used to feed at. He is FIV positive and has kidney failure, but is really doing great despite those diseases. I love him to death. I kiss him to death. He is my drooler boy. If you click on the pic you can see it more close up, and he is a beauty!
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Pics today are of my Toonces and the other of Toonces, Barney and dog Thunder, all doing what they do best. Its going to be a scorcher today here... they are calling for 100 degree temps, with heat index much higher... We Rochesterians aren't used to this, except we are used to extreme humidity, and extreme cold, so really, this is just another pain in our ever changing weather patterns. This morning, I counted... I made close to 15 stops. Now, when I see a cat roaming in the hood at the unGodly hour of
5 am., I know they are most likely thirsty and hungry. So, I hop out quickly, shake my bag, and plop down a dish of water and food off to the side, where no one can mess with it too easily once folks begin to stir out of bed. I must have done that at six locations this morning, on top of my regular stops. At two of my stops, which are the only locations where the homeowner allows me to feed on their property, both men were out this morning saying hello. Wilbert, the Jamaican, who always tries to scare me behind his fence, and I always yell at him to stop scaring me. We have a fun relationship, he is a really cool dude who lives extremely simply, due to being extremely poor. He does own his house, land, and his little truck, but he doesn't have much else. Then there is Paul, who comes out to greet me with "goodmorning young lady". He is very respectful, and can do a mean wax job. He has waxed my car now twice, and both times, its superb. He cleans inside and out. He used to do the police cars when he worked for the city. He has his own formula, which patenting it is his dream. All my other locations are at abandoned houses. But this morning, my two sweethearts, Teddy and Spike. I tell them every morning that I will soon be rescuing them. I just need to get my own stuff under control at home, and save a bit of money, as they will cost me a few pennies getting them healthy, and neutered. I had trouble this morning with downloading the pictures I took yesterday of the two dogs that were on the loose, and of Spike, so I apologize. Please stay tuned to tomorrow's post where I hope to have them posted. The kitten situation, the owner of the house, despite my notes to him not to feed them because it makes it harder to trap them when their bellies are full, continues to put down food. I am grateful they are not starving but they need to be rescued, and also Mama cat has not had her litter, yet.
Wednesday, July 20, 2011
let me get near her, but she is there every single morning waiting for me to bring out her little dish of wet food. She is spoilt! Although there were signs of a raccoon on my porch this morning. Got into my seed and stale bread for the birds. Little devil. Porch kitty is pretty, but very shy. Do not know where she came from, but she just won't go away. I am glad I leave my door open for her though in the winter time. She sleeps there on a cushioned blanketed chair I make for her in zero degree temps. This morning started out almost as normal, although I mixed up my route a bit because I wanted to get a picture of Spike so had to wait for it to get light out, so made it close to my last stop. I got the picture but need to download it so will have to wait. I love Spike. He is first on my list to get off the street, just need a home for him! As I was leaving my third spot, on Central, I spotted two small white dogs on the corner, with collars and tags. Thought they had just been let out for their business and were right near their house. As I got to Seventh, where Spike is, I saw them on the corner of that street. So mind you, they travelled all the way down Bay from Second to Seventh street. I took a picture of them as they sat on the corner, and as I started to get out of the car, they started to take off. One followed the other. They headed toward Goodman. I called 911, cop met me later down past Goodman as I followed them, but stated there was nothing he could do. And Animal Control didn't start for two hours. Well, isn't that something. What a town we live in, eh? UGGH. Pitiful, really. Sweet little things, but had no regard for the traffic, etc. I was already running late, so I had to leave. I will post their picture tomorrow morning for you, and I just pray they get found safe and returned. At my spot where Red waits each morning, a car had been following me and pulled up beside me where a white woman and black man started talking to me. They were both as high as kites. Just before, after I gave up on the dogs, I checked in with a hooker on the corner asking her if anyone had been looking for the dogs, and these freaks thought I was trying to buy some drugs. Dont' worry, I am very careful. Talked to them in my car. She tried to tell me she knew me, and I thought back that maybe I could have gone to school with someone like this, and they took a very different path than me. So sad, to be that high, and driving around trying to score at 6 in the morning. I told her I was just feeding the homeless cats and she looked at me like I was from Mars. Go figure. Spotted Poppi this morning. Thats the good news.
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
So I stay away from the kitchen. Its warm out there. I sit here in my nice air conditioned space, and don't take a second of it for granted. Our nation is burning right now - I actually drove to work this morning and said a prayer for rain! Even though most days I dread rain because its so hard on the kitties out there. They suffer enough with the moist humidity. Everyone was around this morning, I tried to trap at Hayward, but they just won't fall for it. Both reds are there, but not the very sick kitty that I posted her picture the other day. Red is fine, but the other larger red kitty has a severe ear wound. No one will fall for the nice tuna inside the trap. I leave it for almost an hour too. Not sure why they are not falling for it! I did notice that Poppi has been missing from Third. I continue to pet Spike every morning, telling him I will be saving him soon. I just have to have everything timed right. He will require money, and I need the extra space to house him until I can get him fixed and adopted. He needs to be tested first also. He is such a nice boy. Its hard to get his picture because he is at my first stop each morning, and its still dark then. I am now out for a complete hour with all my rounds that I do each morning. You would consider me crazy with how many stops I make now - and I keep telling myself, its just for the summer. But I place so many bowls around now. Especially in this heat. Pray for rain!
Monday, July 18, 2011
We started the year with continuation of the below freezing temperatures, and the cats barely survived. Then we went into extreme heat for the very early spring, along with very wet conditions. We are now in a drought, with temps forcasted in the 90's this week. Thanks to a great friend of mine, I now have an air conditioning unit in my window, as my central air bit the dust last spring. And let me tell you it was a brutal summer last summer. But most of the kitties have survived, with several rescued, and several of those adopted. So all in all its been a good year so far! I am just so grateful I am able to provide water for these cats. I place water bowls all over the area, even in areas where I don't feed! There are cats all over, and when they see me place a bowl down, they run over as soon as I leave and I know they are grateful. The two kittens remain out there, left on their own. I stopped trapping them for now because I need a second person to sneak up on them while I distract them and catch them with the net. I have no one to help me right now. I have been trying to trap past two mornings on Hayward for the very sick fluffy kitty with severe wounds on his eyes. Also the large red there. He has severe wounds on his ears. I also cannot get soon to be mommy cat on Second as she doesn't come too close, and there are too many others I would trap before her. I couldn't be that lucky a second time! So, if any of you are bored some Saturday morning at 5 am., come with me to get the kittens! :) The picture is of Barney and Boris, both my rescues, loving the fresh air on my porch. Boris is suffering from FIV, and kidney failure, but is doing great. I love my grey kitties. I have three! (Smokey not pictured). UPDATE on dog abuse - apparently Animal Control was there Friday. Phew. Thank God. I don't know anymore than that!
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
This morning, with fish net and carrier in hand, I attempted again to first 'catch' the pregnant mommy on Second (see pic). She has been getting a little closer to me, they all were, because they were all starving due to what I tried to shoo away yesterday morning - (see pic). They are pigs, and won't be intimidated by me whatsoever. So the poor cats go for the day without food after I leave. Anyways, I almost had her netted, but she was too quick, and is now fearful of me once again. I will not give up, although she is ready to pop. I then brought net and carrier to the remaining two kittens on Pennsylvania. Only saw one little red baby, not the other, and its one eye is half closed. It needs to be saved. I will not give up. Mind you I just have so much time to spend doing all this. There is no update on the dog situation I mentioned in yesterday's blog. There is nothing I can do without the address, and they won't give it to me. I will say its a sin to allow anything to be abused, no matter what the cost. I even had the nerve to go up to two Town police officers when I went for my dog walk after work yesterday and asked them about it, and they were kind enough to give me phone numbers of the net offices surrounding the area, but without the information, I can do nothing. I am action oriented, so why bother to tell me in the first place if we can't do anything about it. Its just upsetting.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
I am referring to the little grey kitty I scraped off the streets on Sunday morning. The thing is, I found another with its face smashed in on Monday morning. Most people have no regard for hitting an animal and just leaving it in the street, to be hit over and over again. Some people make me sick, and I know its not the majority of people that are this heartless, but there are a lot, especially in the neighborhoods I go into. I buried baby #1 in my garden under a large hosta. Wrapped in a pretty soft blue blanket from the hospital I work at. The second baby is not as lucky to be buried in my yard, but it is wrapped in a soft clean white towel. I feel so guilty leaving it by the side of a building. I just couldn't keep bringing these dead animals home with me. I just buried the Seventh Street bunny a few weeks ago in one of my gardens also. I have a tiny place, so its not like I have a ton of burial space. Sunday morning, I was given the opportunity to TNR a cat from one of the spots I feed at. So off I went, with two traps, and set the first one at the kitten spot that I won't give up on, and the second was set on Second Street where there are a ton of kitties, including a very pregant one. I placed some fine smelling tuna, and went on my way to feeding at my other spots. Well, after an hour and a half, no bites. The kittens I've learned will not go into the trap, so I've been bringing a fishing net with me. The other trap is really a piece of junk, and twice when I went to check on it, the door was shut, so it must have closed really easily, by the wind perhaps! So, sadly it just didn't work. I know there are folks who are probably mad at me for not getting one, but what can I do. I do what I can, and I try my best. My focus was on the three kittens mostly, as they are suffering a great deal now. Their eyes are practically shut. They are only 12 or so weeks old. No mom in sight. But I do have somewhat good news. I was able to get one this morning, the one with the most infected eyes. Its so so sad to see this angel, but I know this is the most humane thing for me to do for it. I have to believe that. I have to continue to try to get the last two, and then get the very pregant mom on Second. Say a prayer for me! Picture is of the kitten I got this morning.
Monday, July 11, 2011
The following was sent to me this morning by a very caring lady who runs Pet Pride in Victor. She occasionally donates food to me and she must read my blog, thank God someone does! I am sharing this with you instead of my weekend update, which includes a lot, but I may write more on that later in the day for tomorrow's post - because its important too. But when I read this, I teared up, as usual, but its just so true. I am not the only one who cares for animals, but I am on the front line every morning, I see whats going on with the ones I can care for. Its pretty sad, but there are also so many good stories that come out of what I do. This girl must have a blog, which I will look up, but her words could be identical to my feelings also. And I have sobbed just like her thinking about stuff. I woke this morning at 3:30 when my dog needed to 'go'. I layed there for 20 minutes after thinking about the three orphaned baby kittens I still can't get myself. Here is this girl's comments:
IF you’ve been a regular reader of the Kitty News Network blog, you may have noticed that I’ve started taking a more personal approach to the stories I share with you. And to my surprise, this has had some unintended consequences. I do my best to share stories with happy endings, but unfortunately, a lot of those stories do begin with a tragedy. Although I certainly felt pain and anger when I reported stories of abuse and neglect, writing those stories as “straight news” allowed me to put an emotional buffer in place as I made those articles as impartial and factually based as I could. But being more of a blogger and less of a reporter has stripped me of my ability to keep that emotional distance. As I lay in bed last night before drifting off to sleep, I pondered what I’d write about in this, my first KNN editorial. I started composing an article in my head, when suddenly all the stories of abuse and abandonment, the horrors of “shelters” full of sick and injured cats, finally hit me. Hard. And I wept. Seriously — wept out loud. I cried like I haven’t cried in years. I soaked my pillow with tears as I said prayers for all those cats that never had a chance at a decent life of love and caring, that lost their lives or were permanently maimed at the hands of cruel and sick individuals. I soaked the fur of my elderkitty, Siouxsie, who’s shared my life for 15 years now, even as I reassured her that I was going to be all right and thanked her for her kindness. As my tears slowly stopped flowing and my chest stopped heaving, I thought about the shelter workers, the rescuers, the veterinarians, the animal cruelty investigators — all the people who see this stuff every single day. How can they stand it? I wondered. How can they even get out of bed in the morning when they know what’s in store for them? What kind of emotional strength does it require to simultaneously have the compassion to gently hold an animal as it receives life-saving treatment — or takes its final breaths — and at the same time, to aggressively prosecute a case against an abuser or provide medical treatment for a cat that has been the victim of cruelty? How do these incredible people manage to hold it together and do what they need to do? How do so many of them avoid burnout when they’re faced with such horrors on a daily basis? I don’t know, but if you’re one of those people, I salute you. I can’t even begin to express my profound gratitude and admiration for the work you do. Thank you, from the bottom of my heart, for all the lives you save, for the sacrifices you make for the sake of the animals who need you, for the strength and fortitude that keeps you going … and for your compassion and your need to seek justice for those who can’t speak for themselves. May you be abundantly blessed in every way — because you surely deserve it!