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| LILY watching the snow... |
So, yesterday we
had our first major snowfall of the season. A very early one, we don't
usually get a storm that early in November. ITS STILL FALL FOR GOD'S SAKE! I knew that morning it was not going to be
easy. Compile that with my fear of
falling… It was also the first time I
had to wear my winter snow boots, which I had not had on since I fell and broke
my ankle in February. February 6th
to be exact. You should have felt my
fear when I actually pulled up to Parsells #2 and had to walk down the driveway
of the scene of the crime. Yikes. At each location, either Kings or I did the
shoveling. Mostly he did. My shoulders --- I am waiting for the 18th
to get my shots… my body…. Its agonizing what I go through every
day. I need shots in every part of my
body just about. Arthritis hurts so
bad. I don’t wish it on my worst
enemy. Wait, I have only one of those,
and guess who it is. The guy in the
yellow Humvee who has been taking my boards.
Can you believe, in the midst of the storm, or after it died down
yesterday, that A#$%#^ took the heavy door on Niagara Street that had been
placed there by Kim to keep the snow off their food. If I could only find out where he lives, he
must have enough wood to build a house on his property. I could then get him for theft I’ll bet. I am going to start writing some nasty
messages on the future boards I place there.
My friends June and Gary have become quite creative and are using
heaving cardboard spray painting and covering it with cheap brown plastic vinyl
(tablecloths?) and it serves as a board lean-to. If anyone would like to know how to do, feel
free to ask. If anyone has any doors they are getting rid of, please let me
know. Someday, this guy will stop, but
in the meantime, he won’t stop me and needs to know that. I will continue to place something there
every day if I have to safeguard their food.
These poor babies that run out of their shelters when I pull up. It's sickening how this person uses his time,
just to hurt me. He is heartless and
needs to be stopped. I printed his plate # the other day. Police can’t do anything until I can ID him.
Snowflake had to go to the vet yesterday. His little bottom was covered in dried poop. No wonder he has not been feeling good. That little trip, along with being given antibiotics for the infection he developed, and combo and pan leuk testing cost me a sweet close to $200. And people balk at the cost of a kitten.
A former adopter
reached out to me last night and said that he husband’s aunt recently lost her
kitty, and would like to try fostering.
I immediately thought of the little girl I had to return to the street
two weeks ago after I had her spayed. She
has had two litters that I am sure never survived if she had them outside. She was purring in the trap the morning I had
to return it. It broke my heart. She runs to me every morning since to be fed
on Melville. Well, my intention, after
reading this, was to get her immediately off the street today, even before I
spoke to the Aunt about fostering. It
was 19 degrees out this a.m.
Unfortunately, she was not there.
I will try again tomorrow, and definitely will speak to the Aunt about
the joys of fostering.
THAT is why it is
SO IMPORTANT to talk to your family, talk to your friends about the NEED for
fostering. In my case, these are cats
right off the street, ready to be someone’s pet, AGAIN. These cats have been socialized and abandoned. We need to help them. It's our responsibility. Sara is finally being adopted! Foster Sue has seen SO many kitties come and
go through her. All of my fosters
have. IT WILL HAPPEN EVENTUALLY. You just have to be patient, as a foster, and
keep spreading the word!
Have a great day!
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