Mr. Whiskers!

Well, I did it. I rescued another sweetie off the street Sunday morning. And its only because someone stepped up, didn't bat an eye to the fact that Mr. Whiskers is an adult cat, but just wanted to get another sweet soul off the street. Thank you Nancy! Nancy, my friend who I met through this blog, has now taken in five kitties from me (I think, right Nance?). One of those kitties, Buster, passed months after she got him due to leukemia, but Nancy kept him and cared for him until his end. Her recent adoption was Jack (I used to call him Morris), from Stout Street. Jack has also tested for leukemia, so Nancy is caring for him in a separate room from the others, but he is loved just as much. I visited with him when I dropped off Mr. Whiskers, and he is such a sweetheart! He is a big boy, a beautiful light red/buff color, and still full of life.

On Saturday morning I wound up tearing apart the shelter on Short Street looking for a dead something. The odor coming from it was gross. The only thing I removed was the dry, yet old towel that lay on the ground for the kitties to stand on when they ate. I added more straw to the hut and totes I have there, and closed it back up. No smell anymore. Must have been the towel for some reason! I hope they begin to use it again, as it is a good shelter for the snow, but not the wind. High winds will pick up the plastic I have covering it, because I can’t weigh it down good enough. Short Street is a connecting street from Sixth Street. On Sixth, this is where Mr. Whiskers hung, but its close enough that if he heard my car door in the morning, he would come racing down the street toward me. Short also has the abandoned house that I rescued Hercules/Cee lo from twice. Speaking of Cee lo, last report from my friend Patty who adopted him is that he is doing great! She lives in the country with her dog Macy, and has a pet door so that Macy can come and go as she pleases, and Patty tells me that after Cee lo checked out this pet door, once he got a taste of the outside, he wanted right back in! I think Hercules/Cee lo has had enough of the outdoors, and wants to live the good life. He may change his tune in the warmer months, but for now, he is quite content.

The kittens on Baldwin: I see only two now. And the one I got a fairly good look at looks sick. Watery eyes, etc. There were at least four or five baby kittens originally when I first caught a glimpse of them about a month ago. Down to two. My heart breaks to think of where the others went/are, or what they’ve endured. I have two plastic tote bins set under this little bench (pictured left), on city owned corner property. This morning I noticed a homeowner peering out their window at me. I thought to myself, if they try to trash this little shelter I have, I will let them have it. I will tell them that its not their property and that I’ve been given permission by the city, and see how that goes for me. But I will know its this house if my stuff goes missing. And I will not hesitate.

The pictures below are of my shelter that Kristin and Darrin built, and I have set up on Webster and Ferndale.  I saw four kitties coming out when I pulled up Saturday morning.  Such a good thing to see, knowing they were warm and sheltered that night.  Otherwise, for today, the brutal cold has passed, and the homeless cats on my route will suffer a bit less. It’s a good thing, as Martha Stewart would say.

Have a great day!