|Picture I took in Colorado a few years back - beautiful! I want to live in that ranch down yonder!|
First things first. The calico I had in my bathroom yesterday, ready to take to the clinic for spaying, turned out to be declawed. I knew there was good chance of it already being spayed, as its costly, and wouldn't make sense to me to have a cat declawed and NOT be spayed. After being brought into the clinic, and having part of her belly shaved, sure enough, there was a tattoo type mark that proved she had been spayed. No microchip. So, she was given her shots, and flea treated, and returned to my friend to be adopted out. So that is good news. The other kitty I trapped turned out to be POST PARTUM, which means she showed signs of a recent birth. I did not know this until she was picked up and returned to my home for what is normally an overnight stay on my porch. When I read this on the paperwork, great sadness took over. I knew she probably had babies depending on her, and I took her away from them for at least 12 hours. Whether they were dead or not, I couldn't get over the dreaded feeling. So after trying to get some food into her stomach, which she wanted nothing to do with, as she was so stressed being in the trap, I gathered my strength, and courage, and drove her back to the Godforsaken neighborhood she came from. I say that because most hate cats there, and will go to any length to not have them around there. I got her into my car and drove her back to the hood, at 5:30 pm. prepared to tell anyone watching me what I was doing, and why. She ran, of course, and I set fresh food and water down, and went on my way, somewhat relieved, knowing she might recognize where she is and go get her babies. I think I saw her this morning when I went to put food down for her, and the other four cats that hang there.
|My girl Buster (rescued from Grand Ave.)|
Just to remind, or make aware, to anyone thinking of declawing a cat, and you do NOT know what this means to a cat, let me tell you - read this article:
In a nutshell, its inhumane, and cruel. There are other alternatives.
I met another angel last Saturday, while replacing shelters (with three other angels - Debbie, Pat and Kristin) on Short Street. Her name is Nancy, and she happened to be walking by and said hello, we told her what we were doing, and she said that she also comes by to feed the cats there (and she feeds other cats along her way from her house) on her way to her volunteer job at the food pantry across the street (which I also knew nothing about - that the house across from this empty lot was a house that gave away food to poor people). As Nancy explained, they have fresh fruit, vegetables, bread, yogurt, and other such things that Wegmans food chains donate. Nancy told me there are very long lines for this each day (or is it just Saturdays?). Anyway, I gave Nancy my card after telling her it was me that set these shelters, and that I also fed at 13 other locations around the city every day. She said she would call me, that she would like to learn more. Well, we spoke later that week after she called, and she asked if she could ride along with me some morning. We picked this morning, and I picked her up near her house near the public market, and off we went. After the first couple of stops we made, Nancy started to cry, and said she did not realize the plight this city had with the cats. I calmed her and told her that yes, it was sad, and that yes, we need more help, and the City needs to step in and help with this problem. She stopped crying, until we got to the last stop, when I pointed out a kitten to her, on 4th and Pennsylvania. She choked up again. Before dropping her off back home, she told me that this ride-a-long made a great impact on her, and I told her that I was glad she came. I explained about my blog (she does not have a computer) and how I try to give others who don't actually know what I do each morning, an idea of what I encounter, and post pictures of what I see. I thanked her for coming, and she said she wanted to come along again tomorrow.
Looking at Nancy, she looks like an indigent woman. She told me she is on SSI, and is bi-polar, but takes her medication and is well with that. She has taken in 5 cats and two dogs into her one bedroom, one cat allowed apartment. She said the cats have fleas, I would love to give her five vials of flea treatment for them, but its so costly. I am currently treating my own cats as some of them have been scratching, and I am sure its due to the frequent guests that come off the street after rescue. If anyone would want to help me, Advantage or Revolution flea treatment would be a blessing. She is a true sweetheart, and is full of compassion for animals. So remember, before you judge someone, get to know them first. Walk in their footsteps.
Thanks again for reading about my daily escapades. Have a great day!