It was a helluva weekend. So Friday, as you all know, I set a trap at my last stop, the 16th location that I feed cats at every single day of my life. This location has had five regulars, it topped 8 a year or two ago. This is where I've named a few, including Big Red #2 who God knows how old he is, but he has survived here a very long time. Scooter is the grey tabby tiger that never fails to meow until I finish pouring the food, and close up the shelter so that they can all enjoy their morning breakfast. Scooter was the talker. His meowing was saying "hurry up Mom! I'm hungry!"
Last week I noticed him and he just didn't look right. I can only think of the word broken. He looked like he was 'broken.' He wasn't walking right, and he wasn't meowing anymore. Finally on Friday I set a trap. Nothing. Later that morning, I put a plea out for help. I never ask for help because I feel like I am bothering people, but in desperate situations in the past, I would call my friend Laura from Habitat for Cats for help. She is an expert at those hard to catch cats with her drop trap. She also has helped me TNR many a kitties here. One of the many sweethearts she captured for me was Hermie from Ferndale Crescent. Hermie had this head tilt, and a baseball sized tumor hanging from his belly.
|Hermie Today - adopted!|
He was brought in to the vet later that morning, and he had such severe bite wounds, obviously from a larger animal than another cat, he was just torn to shreds. This poor angel went a whole week like this. I made the decision to put this baby out of its pain. I missed him Sunday morning, and missed him again this morning as I went there to his four remaining friends.
|My Poor Scooter...|
And that morning wasn't over! As I went to another stop nearby, I noticed the City had come along and boarded up the shelter for several cats on the front porch of a house set for demolition, with my shelter and their food bowls inside. Shame. Shame on the person that could do that, in those extreme temperatures, and the cats huddling nearby not understanding. I know we all have our jobs to do, but shame on you. Karma. I believe in it.
ON A GOOD NOTE! As I got into the car, Saturday Sheryl said 'look!' - I looked, and this little fella was running toward me, in the middle of the street, meowing. I immediately scooped him up, named him Saroo (thanks Kristin) meaning lion, and he is going to be vetted this week! And then ready for a home! Talk about when one dies, another is born. Same here. Two rescues in the same morning. From heartbreak to sheer joy.
|That's Timmy Tucker trying it out|
And before I forget! Little Poptart was delivered to her new mom Sunday. Kristin arrived with the little transport box she made her in the morning, and drove over three hours to meet his new mom halfway. She was a good little girl says Kristin! More updates on her soon!
I'm out of time, but I thank you for reading as far as you did. Ha. :)
Have a great day!
“If ever there is a tomorrow
When we’re not together
There is something you
Must always remember
You are braver than you believe
Stronger than you seem
And smarter than you think
But the most important thing is
Even if we are apart
I’ll always be with you.”