Tuesday, June 4, 2013
Trailer Park Stories - Part Two
Click on the picture - it should be large enough to be read if you click on it... It says it all about most of the kitties I see on my route each day.
To continue with the story from yesterday, I wound up going back to the trailer park early Sunday morning, as we had a ferocious storm the night before - winds, thunder, lightning, heavy rain - we had it all. In fact, I waited until the last minute to head out that morning as I sat and watched the downpour out my window - I just didn't want to go out that day - but out I went, and I was extremely miserable until I was able to come back and change out of my wet clothes. I drove out because I wanted to be sure the cat food I had left on Friday was still dry - and if not, change it, and leave a bag with the park manager that I had not heard from yet. For the few moments I was there, changing the food that I had suspected of being waterlogged after the night of the storm, I only saw a long haired black kitty - and as I drove out of the park, I left a note with my card, and a 16 pound bag of food for the park manager asking her to please be sure to feed the kitties at this man's trailer. By the way, this man will not be coming back for these cats, his trailer was condemned and deemed not liveable. Later in the day, the park manager called me and told me she would continue to feed them and wanted to know if it was OK to put a man that also lives in the park that feed the kitties in touch with me. I said definitely, but I have yet to hear. It was heartbreaking to leave there, and its heartbreaking to think about this situation.
The park manager told me that when they tried to get help with law enforcement (they apparently don't have a humane society that covers their county), they were told they were 'in a world of their own'. I don't know what to do at this point, I wouldn't know where to begin. I am sick over it. The kitties I saw were NOT fixed, and had very bad skin conditions. I am sure there are litters being produced over and over in that trailer park. They need help and I don't know how to do it on my own.
On another sad note (and sorry, I promise it won't always be so sad!) - little birdie Pedro has passed quietly in his mum Maree's arms on Sunday morning. She was eggbound, which is usually very fatal for birds. She was over 45 years of age! She was a good birdie, and will be very missed by her loving parents Joe and Maree.
Lastly, I have been seeing a very tiny, dainty and petite little kitty on Parsells that looks to be pregnant, and have reached out to Habitat for Cats for a spay for tomorrow. In fact, this spot that I've been feeding at - the house is now being refurbished and will be occupied at some point, but in the meantime, the owner is allowing me to continue to feed on the porch of this house. What a kind person!