I am on facebook and have 376 'friends'. I think at one time it was 'shared' - it was about either my blog or a cat that needed to find a home fast - maybe 16 times. And those are mostly the same people that do. Whats going on with the other 350 'friends'? I know not everyone sees my posts, but c'mon. Not even my family shares my stuff. Whats up with that? I'll tell you whats up with that. They don't read this! What a difference you could make in the life of an animal in need.
On to other matters. Diane let Cedric back to the spot she trapped him at last night. I did not see him this morning, but left food nevertheless. I pray he knows where to go to get it. Usually, when they are let out for being caged, they run as far and fast as they can. It was sad not seeing my little Ruthie.
Pete, the very long black kitty I picked up with the severe head wound Monday morning had already been neutered when he was brought into the clinic on Tuesday - which I didn't know - they obviously did a REALLY good snip job, but they gave him anesthesia and stitched up the wound on his head. He is the most lovey kitty ever. Really. His tail measures over 15 inches! And guess what? Someone wants to adopt/foster him! He will go to hopefully his forever home on Friday! Hooray! See? As I always say, the power of Social Media!
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Picture taken in backyard of friend Maree's house: VERY COOL.
The girl who commented yesterday, Toni, who adopted both Webster and Tigger from me, both from the streets, sent me updated pictures of them yesterday. I think these are all pictures of Tigger, who was rescued in the beginning of this past brutal winter. Garson Ave, Baldwin Ave, he was wandering all over looking for a home. So grateful to get him off the street.
Have a good day, and please, spread the word.
"Once I was a lonely cat, Just looking for a home.
I had no place to go. No one to call my own.
I wandered up and down the streets, in rain, in heat and snow.
Ate whatever I could find. I was always on the go.
My skin would itch, my feet were sore, my body ached with pain.
And no one stopped to give a pat or to gently say my name.
I never saw a loving glance. I was always on the run.
For people thought that hurting me was really lots of fun.
And then one day I heard a voice ~ so gentle, kind and sweet,
And arms so soft reached down to me and took me off my feet.
"No one again will hurt you was whispered in my ear."
"You'll have a home to call your own where you will know no fear."
"You will be dry, you will be warm, and you'll have enough to eat."
"And rest assured that when you sleep, your dreams will all be sweet."
I was afraid I must admit, I've lived so long in fear.
I can't remember when I let a human come so near.
And as she tended to my wounds and bathed and brushed my fur,
She told me about fosters, And what they meant to her.
She said, "We are a circle, A line that never ends."
"And in the center, there is you protected by new friends."
"And all around you are the ones that check the pounds,
And those that share their home after you've been found."
"And all the other folk are searching near and far.
"To find the perfect home for you, where you can be a star."
She said, "There is a family, that's waiting patiently.
And pretty soon we'll find them, just you wait and see."
"And then they'll join our circle they'll help to make it grow,
so there'll be room for more like you, who have no place to go."
I waited very patiently. The days they came and went.
Today's the day I thought, my family will be sent.
Then just when I began to think it wasn't meant to be,
there were people standing there just gazing down at me.
I knew them in a heartbeat. I could tell they felt it too.
They said, "We have been waiting for a special cat like you."
Now every night I say a prayer to all the gods that be.
"Thank you for the life I live and all you've given me.
But most of all protect the cats (and dogs) in the pound and on the street.
And send a rescue person to lift them off their feet."