Well it was an interesting Saturday. Sheryl and I were out in the am. doing our thing, and while on Grand and Stout, I hear a gunshot. It was about 5:30 am. I asked Sheryl, did you hear that, and she responded no. I said, well I did. So we finished up feeding the cats there, and went off to the next location on Garson. This spot is on the side of someone's porch in front, and they've allowed me to do this for years. As I was finishing up - and I am bending down with my butt flashing the street - in my peripheral site I could see a light shining at me. I finished up, stood up, turned around and there was a cop standing with his car parked in the street, and gun drawn and pointed toward me. Whoa! HELLo. He asked what are you doing? I said as I walked toward him, I am feeding cats, I have permission to do it by the homeowner. Now, obviously I must look suspicious to cars going by. I know that. But draw your gun? Geez... can't he see my beautiful ass in my sugar skull leggings with that flashlight? ha ha. Anyways, he then went on to ask if I heard a gunshot. I said yes, and I thought you guys would have been around sooner. He asked when I heard it. I said five minutes or so. Maybe I should have said 10. Anyways, he asked where I heard it coming from, I pointed and told him northeast way. He said thanks, and then said, you've been doing this a long time haven't you? I said yes, and then I said too long. He told me to be careful and I thanked him and drove off. Then there were five more police cars and they were there for a while. It was not where the gunshot came from. Hmmm.
The shelter I had built on Parsells, just a ways down from where they used to be until someone put them to the curb and cut down the bush that protected them, and the spot where Willie said I could put them because it was city property, was trashed. The shelters were put to the curb. Obviously, I was upset about this, and they took my board and heavy pallet we carried to that spot in the dark one morning a week or two after meeting Willie on his porch. Knowing that there are at least 8 cats that depended on me feeding them, I said to hell with that, and I placed three paper plates under the tree there in front of the CITY OWNED lot, and fed the poor things. The next morning there was a note on the tree there not to feed the cats. I ripped it down and threw it away. I know I need to go door to door again and find someone with some compassion in that area, but I don't think I am going to find that person. There is a very sweet red tabby that needs to be rescued. The others shy away from me. The red is very sweet and friendly. Anybody? Foster? I have lots of people that want red tabbies to adopt! This situation has really upset me. I think about it constantly, especially leaving the food there on a morning that its pouring rain. Rain for now, then snow?
The black and white kitty that cries and cries each morning that I pull up to Seventh and Central is still on the street. We are waiting for a spot at the clinic to have him looked at and then will possibly be fostered. He has a monkey tail, and I wish I had named him Monkey - actually, that is what I will name him and I will have the clinic change it to that when I get the appointment. I initially called him Lucky Seven.
The kittens that Sue is fostering are slowly being adopted. We've had a flurry of applications for them. We call them the Yellowstone kids. All named after the characters in the series Yellowstone. They are ADORABLE. So is Momma Felicity, picture above.
Sheryl's batch are the cutest ever. All black, and two have multi toes. I went to deworm them this weekend and they are just too adorable. One is being adopted already.
Spread the word! And please consider foster for the adults out there. They really need our help before the winter arrives. Thank you, and have a great day!
"Compassion is to look beyond your own pain,
to see the pain of others."
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