Feed a Cat for Christmas! PAT C.!!

My buddy Pat C.!!.  Queen of Peanut Brittle!  Pat, over the past year or two, has been coming around once a month dropping off wet and dry food to me to help feed kitties - her bundles last for a week or so, and I have been so thankful to have it.  But things change in people's lives where they aren't able to continue to be so generous, but our friendship will never change!  So Pat, RETIRE!  And quit worrying about all the kitties!  :)  Begin to enjoy YOUR life!  xoxooxxo

A bucket of mud.  That's what it felt like sloshing around out there this morning.  What a mess.  The ground is soft, almost sinkable.  The ground outside some of the shelters is mud.  The tarp on Central blew off partially after I had secured it yesterday with the high winds.  The winds had continued throughout the morning, died down, and then turned into a very pleasant day, mild and sunny, but then the winds kicked up again over night.  And then the rain.  Ugggh.  And then the hair.  :)

I still want to rescue a good handful of the cats on my second Parsells location.  The porch I am feeding on, the property management company is going to come around someday when I least expect it and remove EVERYTHING.  The tarps, the shelters, all if it, gone, like they have before.  Five Brothers I believe is the name of the company.  Took everything.  They did this before winter ended last year.  Leaving 15 cats homeless.  Well, shelterless.  Bastards. 

On to a good note.  From time to time, I get a note from a kitty I rescued - how many years ago... June 17, 2015 to be exact! - from Smudge's parents.  I love to hear updates on the kitties I rescue. Smudge is a permanent member of this family, and loved by all.  I am so pleased with this adoption.  Keep in mind, Smudge hid for quite a while, but soon came out of his shell, as do all the others.

Smudge

Kristin, as if she has ALL the time in the world, which she doesn't, compiled a list of kitties that I rescued in 2016.  Ahhhh... memories.  I am so so grateful that I was able to do this.  WITH the help of adopters, and fosters.  Thank YOU for making that possible!

1. Murphy/Simba
2. Cuddles
3. Parsley
4. Esmerelda
5. Scooter/ Pixley
6. Arnie
7. Charlie
8. Peppercorn
9. kitten
10. kitten
11. kitten
12. mommy cat (cats 6 - 12 all from same little family)
13. Marbles
14. Kitten
15. Jace
16. Lucy
17. Cookie
18. Max
19. Chewee
20. Baylee
21. Spencer
22. Sassy
23. Jules
24. Jinxy
25. Cheetoh
26. Barack
27. Peaches
28. Kitty from Melville (went to Buffalo)
29. Kitty from Melville (went to Buffalo)
30. Baxter
31. Sid
32. Johnny
33. Dixie/Marnie
34. Sydney
35. Joanie
36. Peppercorn II
37. Squirt
38. Riley
39. Muffin
40. Baby
41. Mr. Fluffypants II
42. Misty/ Chloe/ Bacardi (all one cat)
43. Dasher
44. Seven
45. Happy/ Archie

so 45 cats total!!  AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks Krissy!

Have a great day!!

PS, this below is for all of us, those of us who have played some part in helping or saving an animal.

Rescue Rainbow Bridge

Unlike most days at RainBow Bridge, this day dawned cold and gray, damp as a swamp and as dismal as could be imagined. All the recent arrivals were confused and concerned. They had no idea what to think for they had never experienced a day like this before. But the animals who had spent some time waiting for their beloved people knew exactly what was happening and began to gather at the pathway leading to the Bridge to watch. They knew this was something special.

It wasn't too long before an elderly animal came into view, head hung heavy and low with tail dragging along the ground. The other animals on the pathway...the ones who had been at RainBow Bridge for a while...knew the story of this sad creature immediately. They had seen it happen far too many times.

Although it was obvious the animal's heart was leaden and he was totally overcome with emotional pain and hurt, there was no sign of injury or any illness. Unlike the pets waiting at the Bridge, this dog had not been restored to his prime. He was full of neither health nor vigor. He approached slowly and painfully, watching all the pets who were by now watching him. He knew he was out of place here. This was no resting place for him. He felt instinctively that the sooner he could cross over, the happier he would be. But alas, as he came closer to the Bridge, his way was barred by the appearance of an Angel who spoke softly to the old dog and apologized sorrowfully, telling him that he would not be able to pass. Only those animals who were with their special people could pass over the RainBow Bridge. And he had no special beloved people...not here at the Bridge nor on Earth below.

With no place else to turn, the poor elderly dog looked toward the fields before the Bridge. There, in a separate area nearby, he spotted a group of other sad-eyed animals like himself...elderly and infirm. Unlike the pets waiting for their special people, these animals weren't playing, but simply lying on the green grass, forlornly and miserably staring out at the pathway leading to the Bridge. The recent arrival knew he had no choice but to join them. And so, he took his place among them, just watching the pathway and waiting.

One of the newest arrivals at the Bridge, who was waiting for his special people, could not understand what he had just witnessed and asked one of the pets who had been there for some time to explain it to him.

"That poor dog was a rescue, sent to the pound when his owner grew tired of him. They way you see him now, with graying fur and sad, cloudy eyes, was exactly the way he was when he was put into the kennels. He never, ever made it out and passed on only with the love and comfort that the kennel workers could give him as he left his miserable and unloved existence on Earth for good. Because he had no family or special person to give his love, he has nobody to escort him across the Bridge."

The first animal thought about this for a minute and then asked, "So what will happen now?"

As he was about to receive his answer, the clouds suddenly parted and the all-invasive gloom lifted. Coming toward the Bridge could be seen a single figure...a person who, on Earth, had seemed quite ordinary...a person who, just like the elderly dog, had just left Earth forever. This figure turned toward a group of the sad animals and extended outstretched palms. The sweetest sounds they had ever heard echoed gently above them and all were bathed in a pure and golden light. Instantly, each was young and healthy again, just as they had been in the prime of life.

From within the gathering of pets waiting for their special people, a group of animals emerged and moved toward the pathway. As they came close to the passing figure, each bowed low and each received a tender pat on the head or a scratch behind the ears. Their eyes grew even brighter as the figure softly murmured each name. Then, the newly-restored pets fell into line behind the figure and quietly followed this person to the Bridge, where they all crossed together.

The recent arrival who had been watching, was amazed. "What happened?"

"That was a rescuer," came the answer. "That person spent a lifetime trying to help pets of all kinds. The ones you saw bowing in respect were those who found new homes because of such unselfish work. They will cross when their families arrive. Those you saw restored were ones who never found homes. When a rescuer arrives, they are permitted to perform one, final act of rescue. They are allowed to escort those poor pets that couldn't place on Earth across the Rainbow Bridge. You see, all animals are special to them...just as they are special to all animals."

"I think I like rescuers," said the recent arrival.

“So does God,” was the reply.