Humor!

Spay and Neuter!

Finally, a morning without rain.  Cold and crisp is was though.  In the 30s.  Its just a taste of whats to come. 

All Woodpile kittens went in for spay neuter this morning.  That's five more cats that will never have babies.  We can do it!  One cat at a time!  Wouldn't it be nice to have NO MORE HOMELESS CATS in this world!   I had the pleasure of having Spencer and Ellie overnight.  Those are the last of them that are not in their new homes yet, but will be this weekend!  They are adorable!  But I will be glad to see all kittens go, and be kittenless for once!

I got the cutest pictures of Buddy from his foster dad Max this morning.  I already do miss Buddy - he greeted me each day on Central Park waiting for his breakfast in the back of the vacant lot where his 'home' was in the shelter.  I am sure Max will miss this totally chill cat as well.  I am sure Buddy has grown on Max!  But Buddy will be going to a new family that is going to love him to pieces! 

There is a new'ish' kitty that is a grey and white tabby that seems very gentle.  He is an unneutered male, and hangs with two neutered kitties on Seventh Street.  I would like to rescue him as well as the girl that I feed under the tree on Central.  Maybe Max might consider taking in another?  And my foster Kim might take the girl under the tree!  We CAN rescue these cats, one at a time!

Stats:  Did you know:

Yikes!!!  Spay and neuter! 

Updates!

CONNOR
My visit with him Sunday

OK, so, lets see...  new developments:

Pebbles, Mara AND Buddy are all in the process of adoption.  And guess what...  They are going to be adopted BY THE SAME FAMILY!  WOO HOO!!!  Love it.  This sweet family lost their two kitty cats of old age, and have been kittyless for a while.  So they found my site JanineTheBean Rescue, made appointment to come meet Pebbles and Mara on Saturday, and fell in love.  Within hours of leaving, they texted me asking about Buddy.  I think its a perfect pairing, all around.  An older wiser, very gentle cat, with two youngsters.  I am thrilled beyond belief.

This weekend Spencer and Ellie will be going to their new homes.  They, along with the other 'woodpile' kittens will be spayed and neutered tomorrow.  And they all will live out their lives with loving and kind families who will make them part of theirs.  That's quite a change from when they were born and living on the streets just a month ago.  Thanks to Sue, and Melissa, and Max! for fostering them when they needed it!  Bravo!  We need more fosters!

I have been very down in the dumps since Saturday when I read an email forwarded to me by a rescue group who received this email originally.  I haven't even read it in its entirety because of how upset I got when I saw the gist of it.  Its a company (HUD?) asking me to remove the shelters on Webster and Ferndale - the same location where I just rescued Pebbles, and had mommy spayed.  This is the only safe and warm haven mommy, and several other cats have to ride out the upcoming winter.  There is no where else for me to move these shelters to.  So, right now, I have a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, and I don't know what to do to solve this.

That's where I am.  Good news, and bad news.

Have a good day.

PS, updates on Chance, Connor, Katie, Parsley, and Hermie, coming soon!

PSS, don't forget the online auction fundraiser coming up soon!  Lots of GOOD STUFF!  Thanks to you!  :)

Have an even better day!

"Monsters aren't real.

But humans are."

Annabelle

Back up to 10 or so years ago...  I live in a neighborhood where you don't see a lot of homeless cats.  Actually, none at all.  Until Annabelle. I started seeing this muted calico around my house, and of course, I always immediately put food out when I see a cat outdoors thinking its starving!  I did, and noticed her coming around a lot. Come winter, I decided to prop my porch door open at night, with the food inside, and put a blanket on the porch chair in case Annabelle wanted to come in to sleep and get out of the storms.  Five years later, not only did Annabelle have food and water, and a comfy chair to sleep on, but now she had a heating pad under the blanket on the chair for those frigid temps when winter arrived.  Each year this went on and on.  And each year, she would not let me get close to her.  At all.

I would occasionally hear from other neighbor's the street over, about Annabelle.  They began to call her Annabelle, as I had named her years ago.  I would hear reports about Annabelle, how she went to this neighbor's house, and that neighbor's house, and how this one guy was leaving food out for her.  

This past year, I have seen Annabelle a lot less.  When I did, I noticed her walk was a bit slower, and she looked a bit disheveled, like she wasn't grooming herself much.  But she was still hungry, and would sit under the bushes waiting for me to put the food down - the wet food to be exact - she loved the wet food - the porch door was shut a lot due to having so many kittens on it this year - they took over the porch.

Yesterday, our neighbor had come over to ask if we had a carrier, as other people had seen Annabelle in the middle of the road not moving, and when she did, she looked like her leg was bothering her.  So of course, Janine, the Cat Lady was the first person they thought of, and they brought her to me.  This was the very first time I was able to touch Annabelle.  She never ever allowed me to get close to her.  We rushed Annabelle to the vet.

The vet stated she was 10+ years old, and that she was very thin, very dehydrated, and very very sick.  I made the hard decision.  The vet agreed that it would be the best thing for Annabelle.   Annabelle went to kitty heaven yesterday.  It was the best thing for her.  I take comfort in knowing she didn’t have to go through another difficult winter.  

Every time we love something we give an irretrievable part of ourselves to it. If the loved object disappears - and in time they always do - we are left empty and weak, hollow and scoured out like a melon. For a time we feel useless (as I do today). We vow NEVER to love ANYTHING ever again, never to make ourselves vulnerable to this sense of loss, this agony, this ripping out of your heart and your guts, and your very soul feels and holds onto the pain. It's too much, it's too much, I'll NEVER ever let myself feel this way again... 

As this has happened to me more than once in my life, I know I'll come out the other end of this awful place and there will be some light there, dim and watery...but at least the darkness will be gone. And then I know I'll do it again, probably. I'll hear a mew or see a sweet face at the curb or some little thing will creep up behind me when I'm at one of my shelters and I'll smile at it and scratch behind its ears, and I'll open my heart up once more to the unselfish eternal love that only comes when you accept the risk of loss and pain. I guess there's a message there: Nothing is free in this life. Love received comes at a price, and there are dangers inherent in opening up the heart. Right now I think it would be better to feel nothing...and have nothing and no one...then there could be no sadness. But, of course, then there could be no joy ever, either.

Annabelle lived life her way.  There will always be a spot occupied in our hearts and memories by Annabelle.

ANNABELLE

Quick and Easy

I NEED:  Heavy dinner plates (with lip - so food is not pushed off the side too easily, plastic bowls (maybe take out?, or Wegmans plastic bowls that bakery items come in?)

This morning's route went fast.  Zip, zip, zip, 19 times.  No sign of the nasty deacon at the Pentecostal church - then again, no sign of the cats I feed there.  I still put food down in the median and called for them.

I am planning on rescuing the little girl cat by the side of the road, next week, when I can get an appointment at the vet to be re-vaccinated, and treated for worms/fleas.  I was hoping someone would speak up about fostering her, and someone did, but it was not meant to be.  She said her brother, whom she lives with, would not allow it.  So now, I have the only foster I have left, Kim, who has offered to take her.  This means, I cannot rescue any more.  I need more fosters, and more people to adopt the cats I have that are being fostered.  And those are:

1. Parsley
2. Hermie
3. Connor
4. Katie
5. Mara
6. Pebbles
7. Buddy
8. Chance

Please go to my Adopt-A-Pet website: https://www.adoptapet.com/adoption_rescue/95572-janinethebean-rescue-inc-rochester-new-york

to find out more about them, or to my website:  http://www.janinethebeanrescue.org/

If you all will recall, last year I had someone fostering for me - she fostered a white kitty - Simon, and a calico Chewy.  She went away on vacation, and the cats under her care got out a window screen.  Never to be seen again.  I was, and still am, heartsick over this.  Someone reached out to me the other day, a stranger, who follows me on Facebook I guess, and asked if the kitty they were feeding was Chewy.  They sent me the picture of this cat:

And here is Chewy:

At first I was convinced it was Chewy.   There are differences in the face. Poor baby, she has been missing all summer.  And Simon too.  I pray they found their way somewhere safe and are well fed.

That's if for now.

Have a great day.


"If you look to others for fulfillment, you will never be fulfilled. If your happiness depends on money, you will never be happy with yourself. Be content with what you have; rejoice in the way things are. When you realize there is nothing lacking, the world belongs to you."

Hump de Dump

No drama today.  Cold, yet quiet.  Lots of kitties gathered underfoot to eat their only meal of the day.  There are two starving black cats on Melville that have been running up to me each morning now, just GOBBLING the food I try to put down before my fingers get chomped on.  So sad.  Its heartbreaking to see what I see.  I want to scoop them all up but there is not enough room to put them anywhere.  I just pray they find, and use, the shelters I have around them - these in particular are in the back of the lot from the tree bordering the street which I feed them under.

I went to the church kitties first - I call it the Back Nine - where I cross North Goodman Street and head west doing my spots west of there.  I didn't want confrontation with this 'holy man'.  i figured he might get up early again and sit there in waiting just to be sure I wasn't going to place food dishes down for the 'varmints' I feed. I can't stop thinking about this man, and people like him.  I just don't get it.  How can any compassionate human being knowingly let an animal suffer?  He could have at least 'worked' with me, try to come up with a solution.  A resolution where he is not bothered, and the many cats wandering around there would suffer less.  God would not do this, how could he?

I am in need of boards.  Sizes can vary, but should be at least 3' height, and 3' wide.  Preferably higher on both counts.  They would be used as lean-to's or 'doors' protecting the inside of the little huts that I transform into sleeping/feeding stations.  Kind of like this.  I took this photo this morning of the Red Family, on Parsells.  This is where so many kitties have already been rescued, in particular Baby Harvey, Baby Huey, and Baby Macaroni and Cheese.  All suffered terrible eye infections. Most of these cats are neutered and spayed.  One exception - there is a female cat, a dark tortie, I have not caught.  More babies were trapped this spring - those included Joey, Luke, Bo, Daisy, Teddy and Chase.   She will be pregnant in no time, but I just can't catch her.

This lean-to is not large enough to protect the opening here, so I must find another piece of wood, a little longer, and it should be dark.  Can always be spray painted dark.  Dark Brown, or Dark Green to blend in with the landscape.  Click on picture to see better.

Parsells this morning...  

Please don't forget the on-line auction that will start next week.  I can always use gift cards/certificates.  They are fun to win, and easy to ship out.  They can be ordered and sent to me or to the auction organizer.  Please message me for address.  I thank you ahead of time in helping me to continue to do what I do.  As Ringo Starr would say, you know it don't come easy...
 

Have a great day.

"Use your voice

for kindness,

your ears for 

compassion, your

hands for charity,

your mind for

truth, and your

heart for love."

Dookie

Melville 4 a.m. this morning - STARVING

There is a church on my route, where each day, cats gather waiting for me, starving.  I place two paper bowls of dry food, and a bowl of water, and they ravage this food immediately.  Some swoon around my feet, others keep their distance until I get back into the truck.  Each morning, these dishes are gone.  Removed.  The church's pastor's name is Reverend Ray.

Kings found these passages.  I think I will be leaving them for Reverend Ray.  Maybe he skipped these chapters, and maybe he just might see the light.

There are many 'Christians' out there that hate cats, and will do anything to keep them away, and off their property.  I don't know how you sleep at night, knowing you blatantly allowed an animal to suffer, at your own hands.

‘And the King shall answer and say unto them, verily I say unto you, inasmuch as ye did it unto even these least, ye did it unto me.’

‘For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in.’

So, I wrote the above yesterday, just to get a head start on my blog today.  You'll never believe it.  

This guy was waiting for me in his truck this morning.  First thing, as I was getting out of the car - as there was two older kittens and an adult cat waiting for me - the guy rolled up to the corner curb like McGiver, or Hawaii Five-O, got out of his car and started speaking into his cell phone.  He was calling the police.  Then he started to come to the car and started taking pictures, and videotaping me.  He stated that he was the deacon of this church and I was to stop leaving food for the cats there.  Well, for the next 5 minutes, he would NOT STOP TALKING over me.  I immediately TRIED to tell  him that I would stop feeding there, but that I had every right to feed them in the median of the road.  Which I proceeded to go over across the street to a tree and start pouring the food and water.  This man continued to TALK OVER ME and I could NOT get a word in edgewise.  Have you ever had a confrontation with someone like this?  Where they just WONT STOP TALKING???  He yelled to me that there were cats???.... and squirrels ??? going into the church and going dookie.  DOOKIE?  Really Sir?  How old are you?  I would have to say in his 50s.  I couldn't help but start to laugh, and repeat what he said.  I just couldn't believe he said Dookie.  He then saw a police car as he was talking on the phone and started whistling for it, but the car kept going.  I finally said, which he probably didn't hear me because he would not STOP TALKING., that I would be up on the next corner or so if he wanted to let the police know in case they wanted to speak to me.  WHAT AN ASS.

I am sorry.  I have respect for all religion, religious people and religious beliefs, but really.  Do you really read the bible .....and follow it, sir?  I can't understand the mindset of people that can kick an animal in need to the curb, and say it has no right to food and water, even on your own property.

I continued on my journey, irritated, but determined, more than ever, to help these animals.

WHAT A JERK.  Deacon or not.  Sir, you need to pick up the bible and read these chapters again.

CENTRAL GIRL - NEEDS FOSTER!!!

"Cat rescue is hard work.

It's a 24/7 job.

Being physically 

and emotionally 

strong is a must.  

Feeling overwhelmed

at times is inevitable.

Giving up on them

is out of the question.

Looking into your 

rescue's loving eyes, 

reminds you why

its all worth it;

every minute,

every sacrifice,

every heartache."

Being Broken

What a busy weekend.  I delivered a lot of cats!

BUDDY

Buddy was the first.  He went to a wonderful man who is first time fostering.  Buddy was as chill as chill can be.  What a wonderful companion this cat is going to make.  He didn't even flinch, much, when introduced to foster dad's 3 yr old Dalmation rescue dog.  He spent his first day in the basement in a warm and cozy spot, but here he finally came up to join the clan yesterday, and as you can see, has warmed up nicely.  He has an extremely loud purr, and drools when being petted.  He is one happy, and lucky boy!  Buddy would love a forever home!

Next was Jessie, who was a bit shy, but my update from his new dad yesterday was a video of Jessie playing with his new sister Lulu, and having a ball.  I am so happy for Jessie!

Next was the two darlings that were bottle fed by me and foster Sue since their birth, Snuggles and Squirt!   It was hard to let these two go especially, but they are joining an awesome family, with two new siblings, both bunnies!  :)  I hope to get updates soon from them, but so far, they are enjoying their new life!

That was it for Saturday, but for Sunday, I delivered the two twins, Olive and Woody!  They went to another great family who is going to love them to pieces.  They were shy at first, but found a very cool toy to play with, and once I figure out how to post videos, I can post them for you to see!

I also went to visit Mara.  What a beautiful kitten she is.  Still a bit shy, but foster mom Melissa is working on her!  She would love a new home!~

MARA

In the meantime, little Pebbles has really started to come out of her shell.  I got the first purrs yesterday.  Here she is in my lap this morning, as we contemplated a new day.  Pebbles would love to be adopted.

I got you, Tail!

She likes to play with her tail!~

Finally for today, I found this old gem someone cut out for me from an old newspaper, I think it was my mother.  I've been suffering from a lot of joint pain this past summer, and some days it takes it toll on me.  Here, for today, is a good affirmation - for any pain or infliction someone might be going through.

"Ernest Hemingway once wrote that “life breaks everyone, and afterward many are stronger at the broken places.”    Life does break us, whether we accept the breaking or not.  Afterward, we can choose to either begin again with our new healed, re-created selves, or simply roll over and give up.

Although there is surely no joy in the brutal experience of being broken, there can be great joy in finding new hope after being broken by life.  For those who survive with the help of luck or sheer willpower or the Lord’s good grace, the world can be a beautiful place once more.  Not the same place, certainly, because we cannot recapture the person we once were.  But a beautiful place nonetheless, because, in the experience of being broken and then healed, we are truly refashioned. 

Lord, in this most imperfect of worlds, give us the strength to survive the breaking.  Give us the endurance to get through the difficult times, of whatever they may be.  Shower us with the grace to find renewed hope after divorce, death, failure in our careers, or whatever difficulty has broken our spirits.  Help us to find friendship and companionship to sustain us day to day.  Finally, let those who have recovered from being broken serve as a living sign of hope to those still going through the painful process of being broken that there is life and hope and joy at the other end of the present darkness.

Let them know the wonderful truth that, with you Lord, there is truly life after death."

Have a great day!

TGIF!

MY NEEDS:  I need shelters!!!  The Styrofoam and plastic tote bin kind - pre-made, insulated, straw filled.  Easily transportable.  There are many cold cats out there today!

Mama was let back out this morning.  She spent a good, warm night - well fed, on my porch.  She was ready.  She has good shelters to crawl into to be warm and safe.  Whoever maintains the property these heavy duty shelters are sitting on (its a HUD house, vacant for well over two years now) clearly is an animal lover.  They could have removed these shelters long ago, just put them to the curb, but instead they have mowed, and trimmed weeds around them.  Thank God for people like this.

Pennsylvania Ave. Cats This A.M.

Another kind person is the owner of DeGeorge Ceilings.  If you all recall way back when, I had trouble feeding the gazillion red cats I saw on this property over a year or two ago.  After some communication back and forth between us, Mr. DeGeorge's heart turned soft and he said I could feed on his property.  He also suggested the vacant lot next door, which I immediately took over, and was grateful for the suggestion.  Since then, one of his employee's girlfriend's reached out to me and told me the sweetest story about her boyfriend rescuing the sister of the hurricane boys - Harvey and Huey.  She thought what I was doing was wonderful, and began to read my blog, and follow me with all the rescues I made last year - over 100 - more than half of those were kittens.  They both reached out to me when Lolly and Pop came my way, and wanted to adopt them both.  Long story short, her boyfriend, Chuck, wanted to build something for the kitties remaining, and being the master craftsman he is, he built this!  Its a little kitty condo!  I took pics this morning, which aren't very great, but this heavy wooden structure will be great for the kitties that can't fit in the little shelters in the lot next door.  Many thanks to Mr. DeGeorge, Chuck and Danielle.  Without you, these kitties would have surely suffered.

Pebbles.  I am naming the little black and white kitten I rescued Wednesday morning Pebbles.  I just love her.  I have to say though, she was a little flea bag.  I gave her a bath and it was red.  Which means the fleas were just biting her all over.  I added a little Advantage flea med to her neck, and gave her dewormer.  She hates me now, but will thank me later.

PEBBLES!

When I bring these fleabags into my house, I sometimes have to treat my own cats, depending on the exposure they've had to the fleabags.  I try to keep them contained, but due to me rescuing "Buddy" yesterday morning, I've had Pebbles in a screened playpen in my living room, and "Buddy" in the bathroom.

CHANCE

Pebbles will be vetted soon, and ready for adoption!  Please consider Pebbles, and Mara, and Katie, and Chance, and Connor, and Parsley, and Hermie, and Jules!

Have a fabulous day!

The Numbers

MY NEEDS:  I need shelters!!!  The Styrofoam and plastic tote bin kind - pre-made, insulated, straw filled.  Easily transportable.  There are many cold cats out there today!

Kristin writes:  "Here are your numbers (as far as I can tell - I may have missed a couple of TNRs - I will double check).  So 70 rescues this year and 26 TNRs.  So 101 cats helped by YOU!!!  And we still have 2 months left in the year. "  Kristin actually takes the time to go through my blog and do the counting (for TNR's).  Thanks Kristin, YOU are amazing to do that!

My numbers would have been higher but the clinic cut down on spots this year.  Last year, I had two spots per week from March through November, so I was able to do a lot more trapping.  As I have said before, I could set a trap on every corner of Parsells Avenue alone and have each one filled.  There are just so many on this street alone.

News flash!  Lets up that TNR number above by one.  Today I finally trapped MAMA!  I didn't do it personally, but expert drop trapper Laura did it!  Laura went to this location where she was at 4:15 a.m. and parked herself. there until the job was done, around 6 am.   Thank you Laura!  She amazes me.  She is so cool, calm, collective.  I don't know how she does it.  I am total opposite - constantly frazzled, blood pressure through the roof.  Always.  These days I just don't know how to slow down. 

Mama

News flash!  We also have another rescue to add to the number above.  This little guy, from Central, now has a foster looking forward to getting him this Saturday. I scooped him up this morning, he tested negative, and will be up for adoption.  I have NEVER SEEN SUCH A SWEET BOY, ever.  Wait, have I said that before?  They are ALL SWEET!  But this one especially.  He just sat in my lap this morning, and climbed up on my shoulder and looked into my eyes.  I love him.   His name is "Buddy" for now.   BONUS:  He's got a gazillion toes!  Poly dactyl they call them I guess.  Thank you to Max, the PhD student who reached out to me out of nowhere, and asked me if he could help foster a cat from the street.  Thank you Max.  You are going to make a good foster dad, I just know it.  We need more people like you.   And Carol, and Kim, and Melissa!  We now need to find a foster for this sweet little girl I posted a picture of yesterday, still on the street.  She is precious, and has no shelter whatsoever.

"Buddy"

All kittens, as of today, are adopted, EXCEPT for Olive, Woody, Mara, and NO NAME.  No Name is the little girl I trapped yesterday, Mama's baby - Batch #2. I need to name her.  Right now I am calling her Angel.

We still have Parsley, Hermie, Connor, Katie, and Chance - all adults - that we need to find homes for. Please help me.  They deserve a happy life too.

Have a great day.

"Contentment'

is an attitude

that says, "I

will be

satisfied with

what God has

given me."

AND... another one... ugh.

First off, the last week of August, I spotted the mother cat in one of my shelters with a new litter.   I decided to let her be due to the size of the kittens, brand new newborns.  I didn't want her to move them.  Three days later, they were gone because of a raccoon or skunk that I tried quietly to scare out.  Eight weeks later, I see one baby and the mom (who has been very elusive to going into the trap I've set since Springtime, when I rescued five or six babies from her first litter, all with terrible eyes - which BTW Kellers Kats took in for me, and they are now all thriving).  I finally remembered to bring my kitten trap this morning, and VOILA!  Got HER.  Sweet little baby.  No hissing, no aggression.  Just sweet.  I now have someone on board to do a drop trap for the mom tomorrow morning.  Wish us luck.  this is either her 2nd or 3rd litter.  Now to name this baby!

The remaining cat I did not rescue on Monday, out of the three, Pfitz from Parsells, spent the night on my porch and was released yesterday morning.  He was obviously someone's cat, a cat that was not neutered, but is now, and is now collarless as I didn't know how friendly he would be to have me put it back on him while in the trap.  The clinic had to remove it for the neuter.   There are just too many cats out there roaming.  Too many strays. 

Once again, we are having our Fall Auction!  We are looking for all sorts of stuff, easily shippable, and easily transportable.  We would like stuff that YOU yourself would like to have.  So, please contact me if you need help with getting items to me.  Gift cards are very much welcome.   We love jewelry, soaps, handcrafted items, anything!  Please let me know if you have any questions.  We are hoping to begin the auction on or around the 1st of November.  All proceeds help me with my quest to not only feed 100+ cats a day, but to care for them medically as well, which includes spay, neuter and shots at $90 per cat.  I can't do it alone.  I need your help.  Thank you in advance! 

Have a great day!

"We make a living by what we get.  

We make a life by what we give."

Roof is Repaired!

I started a GoFundMe page for a man who lives in the city, who for many many years allowed me to place shelters in his backyard to feed and shelter several kitty cats.  What a kind man he was to do this.  His house was falling apart.  His garage sure was, literally.  And thanks to the kindness of others, we raised just over $600 to go towards the repair of his roof.  And thanks also to Karon and Walt Simoni, they found someone who offered to do this roof for just over $1400, and the balance was covered by Paul himself.  Paul has other financial issues, but the importance of this roof being repaired became priority.  So thank  you thank you thank you to those involved in the donations, and in helping to get this underway and completed.  I have always said, if I ever win the lottery, I am at least going to build a new garage for this kind man.

BEFORE:

AFTER:

So many people reach out to me for help.  Kittens, cats... just recently someone asked if I could have one of my foster moms foster some kittens that her handyman is harboring in his garage.  Older kittens.  I am not sure if feral, or semi, or what.  But my point is, its so hard to justify rescuing for others, when there are so many on the streets that I have to leave each morning, just waiting for me to rescue them.  I don't blame, and I can understand! anyone trying to find help for all creatures like this, but its just hard for me when I see them every day homeless.  And especially with winter looming over our heads.

This little babe is one of them.  She waits by the curb on Central for me every day.  I say to her, why don't you go to the shelter in the back where the others go for their food?  She just doesn't.  I must get her off the street soon!

Little Katie went to the vet yesterday for some issues her foster mom Carol thought she was having.  She was given a shot of Convenia, and hopefully that will clear things up for her.  She sure could use a permanent home.  Carol has her hands full with Connor, Buffy, Parsley and Hermie.  Anyone?

Thanks All.

Have a great day.

"I believe all animals were created by God

to keep man alive."

SPLAT!

That was the sound of me when I hit the ground this morning.  Or was it THUMP.  :)  I tried to scare away a RAT! at one of my locations, in the dark, and I tripped over a branch.  DANG!  At least I landed in a pile of twigs.  Broke my fall, I guess. 

"Pfitz" from Parsells

TNR Monday this morning.  This poor fella was the victim.  He will be neutered and given shots, flea and dewormer.  I always add Droncit to the order to make sure any other kind of yucky worms are treated - which I am charged an extra $10 for.  So, each cat I TNR costs $90.  I have had my fair share this year, and if I do my math right, with the TNR's so far this year - Kristin can confirm - lets say I've done 40.....  40 x $90 = $3,600.00.  That's $3,600.00 that the City of Rochester owes me!  I am helping THEM to clean up the City!  These are the cats that won't reproduce! 

Until then, I can always use help if anyone cares to make a donation to the clinic at 585.288.0600 or click the donate button on my website.

(UPDATE! - I was just going though my pictures of this cat that I always take before it goes into the clinic.  Now, mind you, when I trap, it is DARK.  I use my flashlight and am pretty much just looking at the ears, for a previous ear tip, which means kitty has already been spayed or neutered.  Looking at pics, I see a collar!  Its a black one, which blends in well with his fur.  So, first of all, this cat is amongst the pack of cats on Parsells that are homeless.  Who knows how long he has been out, or if he has a home or not, or if he is neutered.  Regardless, he will go in today for ear tip, and neuter.  I can't take the chance to let him back out just because he has a collar on.  He is dirty, for sure, so lets let the vet decide.  They will charge me regardless.)

I have reached out to my expert drop trapper friend for help in getting the mother cat on Ferndale and Webster that just won't go in a trap, all summer, that I keep setting for her.  Her baby kitten, that looks just like her, is also running around there.  Poor little baby.  Pray for luck in getting them both!

I went to visit Katie, the newest tabby I rescued last Monday, who is with foster Carol, and I got to see Connor!  Bonus - Connor sat on my lap!  They are both beautiful cats and both need permanent homes.  I did not have time to go in to see Parsley and Hermie, but 'plan' on doing so next weekend. 

I had two families go to meet the kittens at foster Sue's house this weekend.  Fingers crossed! 

MARA

Little Mara, the kitten I trapped last Monday along with Katie, (who by the way is the from the same location as today's TNR) is doing so much better, per foster Melissa.  Isn't she gorgeous. 

And finally, I went to foster Kim's house to pick up Timber - and deliver him to his new home.  Timber is just the nicest cat.  It was another tough one for Kim to let go, but she did, so that we can save another.  I just love Timber's new foster dad, he is a great cat dad, and I couldn't be happier.  He has taken lots of pics and sent me lots of updates, without me even asking!  Take a look at Timber in his new home!

Have a great day!

"Anxiety happens when you think you

have to figure out everything all at once.

Breathe.  You're strong.  You got this.

Take it day by day."

Puddles

This morning, as I woke at 2 am., I remembered the forecast for the morning, and I had heard thunderstorms rolling in around 4-5 am.  I had heard this forecast on the evening news the night before.  I looked out the window and it looked fairly dry, no rain.  I became anxious, thinking, why should I lie here for an hour (2:20 - 3:20), which is what I do after I get up, to close my eyes on the couch mentally preparing my self to go out into the dark, when I could be out NOW, beating the rain.  But then I thought, even if I go out NOW, at 2:30 am., and TRY to beat the rain, I will still get home and will lose this hour of rest, so why not lay here for another hour, take my chance.  I took it, and the rain held off.  I got home, 5:15, and then the rain came.  Hallelujah!

All the little babies were waiting on me for their breakfast.  I placed a couple of huts behind a house of a wonderful family that told me I could place shelters at.  This is right next door to the @#$#@@! that owns the property I've been feeding at, who just took two of my shelters.  I will continue to hunt this guy down and ask for them back.  If he touches the shelters at the house next door, I will call the police.  There is a very sick red cat there that at least will have food to eat out of the rain (I placed a board over the two shelters to make a roof to put the food under).  This cat has been elusive to me for many years.  He will NOT go into a trap.

There is still the fertile mother, and a baby kitten on Ferndale and Webster.  I need help here.  I need a drop trap.  I need someone to do the drop trapping for me.

Chance will need to go back to the vet this weekend, as he is not doing the best that he could be doing.  We are still taking donations for him, as what was donated did not cover his vet visit on Sunday.

Timber, the red haired beauty I grabbed a few weeks ago from Baldwin and Grand, whom Kim has been fostering, will go to his new home on Saturday.  Hopefully he will be a good boy and get to know his siblings, like he has with Kim's kitties.  He is very mellow, and we hope he continues.  This kind person adopting is also looking for a fourth kitty, his limit.  I must find him a special cat to complete his family. Kim will then foster Katie, who Carol named for the kitty I rescued on Monday from Central.  Carol took her in, but is also going to try her for a 'shop' kitty for her business, so we will see.   Carol has her hands full with Connor, Parsley and Hermie, who we must get adopted soon as well.

SPENCER

JESSIE

WOODY

OLIVE

ELLIE

MARA

We still have five 'Woodpile' kittens to be adopted, and now a sixth kitten, Mara, who Melissa took in two days ago after I trapped her on Parsells.  More pics coming soon.

Have a GREAT day!

"Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall."