Kodak Moments?

Below are pictures I was able to get on Saturday morning before my crappy camera died on me.  I hate that camera so much. 

 

 

This morning it was absolutely miserable out.  Not only did it rain steadily all day yesterday, Sunday, but it poured steadily all night long.  I left the house at 4:15 this morning to a steady heavy mist falling on every strand of my hair.  It will now be a frizz ball for the rest of this week, after having paid to get it straightened last week.  My hair abhors the humidity.  And I abhor my hair when its humid out.  But never mind my hair, its the poor animals.  The first and second picture below is the only spot I have that has no shelter whatsoever.  I started putting food here on Parsells in early spring because of the many kitties I saw there as I was headed to my REAL first spot.  I have TNRd at least four here, and rescued one.  The red beauty below is new.   I place the bowls down even in the rain, knowing they will stand there in the rain and eat, they are so hungry. 

 

Then there are the towels.  I replaced most of them at all 16 locations.  Soaking wet.  I am not sure how all that moisture gets inside the shelters I've built.  Maybe its the tarps I have draped over the shelters, maybe some are not waterproof.   I wish I had the perfect shelters at each of these locations.  These cats really depend on them.  I pray the rain ends today.  We've all had enough.

 

Shelterless feeding spot on Parsells

Little Baby at 1st Parsells spot - one of the twins

Petey on Parsells

Paulie on Parsells

Little baby on Baldwin

One highlight of the weekend. Sunday morning - with Sunday Sheryl - on Second Street (yes, where the murder took place last week), as we were behind Paul's house we could hear what sounded like a puppy whimpering.  I quickly poured the food and water down, and we went to investigate.  I went into the neighbor's back yard to see if I could find something, and all I found was a forest of weeds. I don't think they have ever mowed their lawn back there, but I also saw a fenced in dog cage, empty.  We went behind the next house, which is the bootlegger's house. and immediately jumped because a large black pit bull started to bark its head off. The dog was tethered to something.  We couldn't stay to find the puppy making this distressed noise.  I immediately went back to the car and called 911.  There was no house number on the house to give them.  I just gave them the details, and headed on my way to finish my route.  I hope they went to investigate.  The 911 operator said it would be reported to animal control, and 911.  I am dying to know what happened. 

I know my concerned friends think I am nuts.  But I will tell you this.  I would rather die trying to save an animal than.................  well, I don't know how to end that sentence.  But if I suspect an animal is hurting, I will do everything in my power to help that animal.  Period.  Thank you for your concern.  :)

Here are more pictures of Frisco, the kitty who had a chicken bone lodged in his mouth.  He needs a home desperately.  Please spread the word:

 

And now, go and have a great day!

 

“We need, in a special way, to work twice as hard to help people understand that the animals are fellow creatures, that we must protect them and love them as we love ourselves.”