The Winter of our Discontent

IT was cold, dismal and damp this morning, with a light mist, interspersed with heavier drops, all falling on my newly washed and straightened hair.  Miserable.  Would rather have it snow than rain.  Hate the rain.  Only living thing its good for are the worms..

Charlie

I managed to get Charlie from Central this morning, as dirty and scared as he was, he is calm and dry in my bathroom, waiting for his neuter tomorrow at the clinic.  He and another young cat will be brought in.  If you can believe it, I brushed out this huge clump of matted fur  filled with burdock (sp?) on his back with my Furminator that I invested in a few years back.  He LOVED it.  Although he has many more that I am a little leery of brushing out, he sat on my lap and allowed me to brush out some of the knots in his long fur.  He is a good boy.  He needs a home.  Please consider.

Someone mentioned in a comment about me going out at 7 am. some of the days….  I go out in the cover of darkness because I need to be as invisible as I can in those areas.  I certainly don’t want to bring attention to any of my shelters, they are too precious.  There are too many people that would see me, and then destroy what I’ve built up.  Its happened time and time again.  Its also a safe time, as no one is stirring, not even a mouse (sorry, I just had to say that!) :)

And then there is Jelly.  Jelly was part of the team - Peanut Butter and Jelly - but Jelly was the only one to be rescued out of that bunch.  She when to a home a week and a half ago, and was let out of the small room she was to be kept in too soon.  The reason we keep the animals fresh off the street is so that they can get to know their new family.  Otherwise, they run and hide!  So, I may have to go there this weekend to try to find her in her new big house, and put her back so that her family can get to know her.  Its very discouraging to these folks to not be able to love this cat, but I pray they have patience.  If anyone has any advice on how to get her to come out of hiding, I would sincerely appreciate it.

I had a kitty follow me back to my car today, and realized that this cat is out of its elements. This is a true stray (I've been feeding him for well over a month or so), he is scared, wet, and would forgo his meal just to be taken home.  It breaks my heart what I see out there.  Please help. Even if you can foster.

The following is a poem I read that captures the fear a cat has when rescued, and the vital part a person that rescues plays in these animals lives...  Love this stuff.

Rescue Angels

Tail tucked between your legs,

Confusion in your Eyes –

I know its hard to understand

That someone heard your cries.

When loneliness is all you know

And pain is all you feel

And no one can be trusted,

And hunger’s all too real…

That’s the time the Lord sees you

And lets you know He’s there

That’s when He sends His messengers

The hearts that love and care.

Yes, rescuers are angels

You cannot see their wings,

They keep them neatly folded

As they do their caring things.

The medicine to make you well

Good food to make you strong,

And finally to help you learn

That hugs are never wrong.

The perfect place then must be found

The home where you can live

Secure and safe and happy

With joy to get and give

When you reach your Forever Home,

Your place to feel whole,

The Angels smile, and off they go

To save another soul.