Paint n Purr!

I would like to clarify some details around the Paint n Purr fundraiser I am having.

When:   Saturday, 11/2

Where:  Churchville Moose Lodge - 5709 Chili Riga Center Rd, Churchville, NY 14428

Hours:  12-3

Cost:  $30 per person - includes one drink and lots of goodies to eat!

How to pay:  janinethebeanrescue.org - click on donate button, or the donate button on this blog.  Just put in notes that it is for the paint and purr!  Or, if you are planning to attend and want to send a check, or pay at the door, let me know so I can get your name on the list!

There is space limitation of 40 so get your reservations in today!  

LEXI

It was a great weekend.  I just wish they were longer.  I totally did some organizing of stuff that I hadn’t gotten to since I broke my ankle in February.  Namely, the basement.  It was a good feeling, and I purged a ton of stuff, but there is still so much more.  The garage is another nightmare.  But please, if anyone is thinking of supplying me with Plates, Bowls, or towels, please don’t.  I have MORE than I need.  I am always in need though of camouflage tarps, on the smaller side.  I am always in need of cat food, both wet and dry.  Preferably the larger cans of wet.  You have no idea what its like opening, scooping out, and then cleaning the cans when done to bring to Mileage Master who then brings to a metal recycling place in exchange for cash.  Cash for Cats.  Thank you Carol Peath for doing this dirty job week after week! 

MONTY

Thank you Sheryl and Kim who came out on Saturday and helped me to fill some shelters with needed straw, and tidy some things up.  We found an opened can of paint – white – on Melville and a cooler full of nails.  Right next to my shelter.  I moved the paint to the curb on Melville, and took the nails.  I could have had some real damage done if whoever decided to throw it on the tarp and shelters, and the nails, well those are just plain dangerous too.  The next morning, nothing was disturbed, nor this morning, so I was happy.

Daniel

I saw a baby red kitten on Bay Street, at my Syd and Johnny’s auto repair location.  I have no idea where that came from.  It ran when I approached it.  Speaking of babies, Danielle and Chuck, who feed at the Parsells #3 location, have spotted two kittens.  They went twice this weekend to try to grab them. No luck. 

Sophie, who I rescued from Short Street two weeks ago, is going to go to Paul.  Paul recently lost his kitty, and wants a female to pal around with.  He is a good cat dad and promised me he would love his new kitty unconditionally.  I messaged foster dad Max to see if her bags were packed.  It will most likely happen tomorrow, Tuesday.

JAC

We have so many kitties that still need homes

Jac

Daniel

Mya

Lexi

Rory

Lily

Sara

Fluffy

Monty

Weenie

Tom

Jerry

Smudge

Marbles

 Lets get them adopted!  There are so many more that need to be saved before winter!

Have a great day!

PARKER

In animal rescue, there is always going to be some good, some bad, some awesome times, no doubt.

PARKER 💗

Lets start with the bad.  I received word from a very distraught foster mom Sue this morning, that little kitten Parker passed away overnight, in his sleep.  I tried to comfort her as best as I could, while also trying to keep my composure because I am on my way into work.  Little Parker was the kitten I found inside a dog crate outside someone's house on Melville, who had been locked inside with no food or water, and it was just crying away.  I took it.  The crate is still sitting there outside today.

Unless  you breed cats, when we rescue cats off the street, we have no way of knowing their history.   Even with bred cats I suppose there could be some kind of genetic thing going on - heart murmurs, I just don't know.   All I know is that its very sad.  To lose an innocent little life.  He was well loved and cared for by me, and by Sue after she took him to her house to be with other kitties his age two weeks ago.  He was a sweet sweet boy and I am going to miss him.  💔

There are always new ones that I want to rescue, and they aren't always cats.  There is a sweet pit bull that lives in a wooden hut in the back of someone's house parallel to Ferndale Crescent.  I mentioned this guy/gal earlier, but each morning he hears me pouring the food and comes through the hole in the wooden fence, and the tail starts wagging. As I said, he has a wooden hut, but nothing in there, and the opening faces the west, where all the storms come through.  I would love to dump a bale of hay for the owners to place in this hut.  I am not sure how I would go about approaching this.  This sweet, dirty, smelly dog deserves some bit of comfort.  Remember, its dragging a very heavy chain around its neck.  I read that that means something.  Anyone have suggestions?

Kings is out of hospital, hand still as big as a house, but he is getting better. And yes, my chores have doubled.  And I am doing a lot more walking and bending than I should, but I’m a tough girl and will do what I have to do to keep these animals healthy and safe out there.   Thank you to Kim, a sometimes Saturday helper, who showed up unannounced and said – give me your litter and scooper!  Tell me what you need me to do!  I am here to help you!  Wow, that was really kind and a huge donation of time on her part.  Thank you! 

The good:  Adoption of Stevie from 7th Street - the sweet little boy that I fed for over two years in a little wooden hut in the back of a city lot, where he lived.  He has found heaven.

Mom Ashley writes:  "Just checking in!  We’re loving Halloween season with our new pumpkin toys!  We’ve decided they have to sleep with us every night too!  Ha ha!"

Have a great day!

"If I should go tomorrow

It would never be goodbye,

For I have left my heart

with you,

so don't you ever cry.

The love that's deep

within me,

shall reach you from

the stars, 

You'll feel it from the

heavens,

and it will heal the

scars."

Love Bite!

Before I tell you what my life has been like this week, I want to share the latest member of JanineTheBean Rescue.  No name yet.  I got a message from someone in the city that asked me to take this baby kitten they found in the rain, under an air conditioner.  After some help by some very wonderful people (Paula for getting kitten - Estelle for going to Paula's to pick up kitten for the night), kitten was taken to vet and had all sorts of tests performed, and is a healthy bouncing baby boy.  Then, thanks to Sue, she came over to get kitten at the end of the day yesterday, to give it some TLC with her other fosters, and to take a load off my very full plate.  Kitten is adorable, and I am trying to think of just the right name.  Tiny tiny tiny.  6 weeks old, and very thin.

Its been a crazy two days.  So, my 'helper', Kings, got bit by Joey on Saturday.  We had someone coming to visit Junebug and Joey for possible adoption, and they were placed on the porch so they wouldn't be hiding when said adoptee came to meet them.  Well, SOMEONE forgot about them on the porch and opened the door.  Joey began to run back into the house, and SOMEONE grabbed him a bit too hard and Joey turned around and bit bit bit.

So, each day that passed, Kings hand got bigger and bigger.  Monday, he went to doctor, where they gave him a shot, placed him on antibiotics, and told him to come back for a follow-up the next day.  He did, and they sent him to Emergency.  ED put him on an IV drip.  Before I knew it this morning, they had admitted him.  They ablated (is that the right word?) the bite wound to drain it, and it seems, according to last report,  the swelling is going down.

Now, this caused a big problem for me because ever since -- before my hip was going June a YEAR ago, I was doing all the food, and doing the feeding in the mornings.  At all locations.  Then Kings began to help out.  Then he began to get the food ready.  And he always did the litter boxes, so that wasn't a problem.  But yesterday and today, I have had to do everything, including work a full time job.  So, lets just say, it hasn't been easy.  I went out all by myself this morning at 3:15 and just got the job done.  I wish I had help.  I will be doing it all over again when I get home.  Getting the food ready, cleaning litter boxes, and getting up at 2:45 tomorrow to go out at 3:15 and feed all those cats again.  It put a damper on my plans to rescue two kitties.  Oh well.

I just pray Kings is OK.  It makes you realized how good you have it - when you have help.  I am grateful to him for all his hard work.  NOW GET BETTER!

Have a great day.

Better Late Than Never

The rain.  Good Lord it was wet out there today.  We just got drenched.  Thank God for two things:  Kim, who bought, spray painted and delivered boards to me.  And the other is for June and Gary, who have been such longtime supporters of my work.  They made me something very ingenious.  So you know that there is a man that drives a yellow hummer who hates me - does not know me whatsoever except that I care for cats on Niagara Street every day - and he takes a chance every day to come and take whatever I can muster up to cover the food that is all these cats have.  Two plates of food and a dish of water.  That's all they have in their entire pitiful lives.  And he comes and takes the boards, and throws the food out.  I have spoken to an officer about this, and they are trying to hunt him down by his license plate, which I was lucky enough to get while he was getting mine (see past posts).  So now I am using whatever I can find by the side of the road because he has taken so many good boards, and doors (thank you Kathy Maltby!) that I am running out of things to place there, due to our lovely weather.  But June and Gary took a large piece of cardboard, and wrapped it with either plastic and duct taped it, or something like that, looks easy enough, and made it waterproof and durable enough to act like a board to cover the food.  I've used two now, and the bastard has not touched it, yet.  He must not have come by yesterday.  Of course, he probably came by today and snatched it.    Thank you June and Gary, really.  I hope they really were not hard to make.

So I was putting food in the back of a house that is being renovated on Ferndale Crescent, as that is where a mother cat had her babies, in the shelters I had on the back porch when the house was boarded up.  Now some one has bought it, is renovating, and I am coming close to being totally thrown out of this little colony I feed.  But I was doing this behind the house this morning, and  heard the usual dog barking behind the fence.  When I shined my light back there for a second, I saw this Pit Bull on THIS side of the fence.  I saw he was chained, but I thought - that's odd.  Is this guy that is renovating keeping this dog back there?  Then I looked at a metal garbage can on its side, the end facing the other way - was this supposed to be the dog's shelter?  He could barely fit inside.  Then I inched my way over, I could see the dog's tail wagging.  I then spotted a very heavy thick chain around its neck and then saw the chain wrapped and twisted around a tree trunk, so the dog couldn't move.  I then saw a hole in the fence that obviously the dog was on the wrong side of.  I got closer and closer, and got close enough - she/he was either going to bite me or not, but I had to free it.  It didn't bite.  In fact, at one point, it tried to jump on me it was so excited to see me.  I bent down and for the next five minutes, stood in the pouring rain, mud all around, and got this poor animal loose.  I peeked my head through the hole in the fence, and saw a dog house, but no food or water, around the mud.  So I went back to the car and got a plate of cat food and brought it back, walking away as I watched it wolf the food down.  

These are just some of the things I see.  

The picture of the two cats under the tree:  This morning, as it was raining, the older cat ran to me when I called for it.  It came crying from under the car. I thought it was hungry.  It wasn't.  IT was hungry for a home and love.  He ran back under the car as I walked back to get into the truck.  I gotta get that cat.  He's about a year or so old.  I may give it to Paul, from Second Street, who just had to have his cat euthanized and is longing for a companion.  He is the black man that allowed me to place shelters behind his house for so many years.  The kindness he showed me was so out of character compared to the dislike I get from most in this side of town.  Paul has been calling me to find him a cat, so maybe this sweetheart will be the one.  Of course I could not ask Paul to cover the spay/neuter fee, he has nothing.  

On a good note, I went to Foster Max's house on Sunday to visit Apollo, the kitten from Parsells he adopted from me, and Sophie, the cat he is fostering for me that was picked up on Short Street.  Boy is she beautiful. The vet considered her a juvenile. Its hard to tell sometimes when you are feeding them in the dark, by flashlight.  Her thick luxurious coat is becoming more and more soft and clean.  She is 'tolerating' Max's dog Ollie, and learning to play with Apollo, who took a few swipes at her while I was there.  Max is doing great, and sent the new pictures along.

I also went to visit Fluffy, who is finally an empty nester, with all her kittens adopted out.  Her foster mom Estelle takes very good care of her.  She spoils her, like she does with all her cats.  Fluffy gets along with everyone, and is very loving and affectionate!

And do you think Muffin looks content?  Thanks for the great pic Foster Mom Melissa!

Muffin on the left

That's all I have.  

Have a nice day.

Nurture

by Maxine Kumin

From a documentary on marsupials I learn

that a pillowcase makes a fine

substitute pouch for an orphaned kangaroo.

I am drawn to such dramas of animal rescue.

They are warm in the throat. I suffer, the critic proclaims,

from an overabundance of maternal genes.

Bring me your fallen fledgling, your bummer lamb,

lead the abused, the starvelings, into my barn.

Advise the hunted deer to leap into my corn.

And had there been a wild child—

filthy and fierce as a ferret, he is called

in one nineteenth-century account—

a wild child to love, it is safe to assume,

given my fireside inked with paw prints,

there would have been room.

Think of the language we two, same and not-same,

might have constructed from sign,

scratch, grimace, grunt, vowel:

Laughter our first noun, and our long verb, howl.

SAVE THE DATE!

What another miserable rainy morning!  Good gosh!  The rain stopped right at the end of my route.  I brought a board to lean against a tree at one spot - 4th and Pennsylvania.  A thin board. The cats would be wet, but their food wouldn't. 

On Second and Bay, where I place a bowl under a mattress that leans against a building for a beautiful black fluffy cat that runs to us each morning, and another cat that hides in the vacant lot there, there are usually prostitutes hanging around, many run to the truck when I pull over to feed, and when they realize what I'm doing, they stop mid-stride and turn back around.  Its kind of funny.  This morning though, I noticed someone standing against the building with no overhang, but there is this person, flicking a lighter on something he's got in his mouth, and seconds later, out comes a plume of smoke.  Yep, its CRACK.  I then see him perk up, round a corner, and then come back, dance in the street, and then back to the corner before I almost hit the person.  I yelled out the window, "that stuff is going to kill you!"  All I heard was something like 'yup.'  That's pretty sad.  I can't imagine this person's life.

SOPHIE

APOLLO & SOPHIE

Our beautiful girl Sophie was spayed yesterday, and brought to Foster Dad Max's house, where he reports she is doing good.  Can't wait for today's report.  He sent a few pics along.   Max was a foster fail for the older kitten I rescued from Parsells a few months ago, who he has renamed Apollo, and he says that they are unsure of each other now, but JUST wait Max! They will be buds soon enough!  The clinic listed her as juvenile, so she is under a year.  And not pregnant, which is a miracle.  Max reports this morning:  "She's very affectionate. She’s doing well! She stayed up on the cat tree overnight (or at least she was there when I came in) but moved down to the larger lower platform which might be where she slept. She isn’t afraid of me and loves being petted. No wet food and she hasn’t taken much interest in the dry food but she loves turkey slices which I am feeding her now"

MYA & LEXI

So we have so many beauties that need homes, including two ones that Foster Mom Sue's husband brought home, from the same barn as Daniel, Davey and Bobby.  They were fearful, but are coming around.  They are about 7-8 weeks old.  We are trying to get better pics of them both.

Lets get some kitties adopted so I can rescue more!

Have a great day!

PS, SAVE THE DATE!  11/2!  Purr and Paint!

“The optimist sees the rose and not its thorns; the pessimist stares at the thorns, oblivious of the rose.”

The News

This kitty has been running up to the truck every morning for
well over a year or two... sweet.  Hard to drive away each day.
GARSON AVENUE

It was a brisky morning out there.  Brisky?  Is that the right word?  There was a slight chill in the air.  Lets put it that way.  My thoughts turn to shelters, and how am I going to keep the kitties that have no shelters, sheltered?  Where am I going to put shelters that will be safe.

I’ve been thinking about this the last week or so – wouldn’t it be LOVELY if the City of Rochester allowed shelters on their vacant properties, ALL vacant properties, and maintained them like other larger cities are now doing, or allowing caretakers this opportunity – with the public being made aware of this, and with consequences for people destroying or taking these shelters.  Instead, we are going to have thousands upon thousands fighting to keep warm and fed this winter.  They will literally suffer and die without some form of shelter from our zero and below temperatures, and storms, and no food to eat. 

I would love some help in the next month or so to build up my shelters.  Put new tarps down with weights to hold them, add more straw to totes, get a few more pallets to add under them to keep them from sinking into the snow…  Anybody?  It would require you to get up BEFORE the crack of dawn, come out for a few hours and help me feed and batten down some hatches.   You only have to do it once.  Sheryl only has to do it once a week.   I have to do it every day. 

My next thoughts were about quitting this cold turkey.  What would happen to all the cats that run to me now, let me pet them – like the cats at Niagara, who now allow me to touch them, and believe me, that is BIG.   They had no trust for me up until recently.  Such beautiful babies.  They would have no food source and would surely suffer, and die.  Its not the dying part that bothers me more than the SUFFERING does.  I believe dying would be a better solution for them than suffering before death.  So, I can’t just stop.  But I don’t know when the end will be.  People tell me occasionally, you must cut back, you must slow down, you must stop.  I just can’t do it yet.

I can’t do it because there are cats like SOPHIE!  I just rescued this baby this morning.  She has been hanging around Short Street every day, looking more and more ragged.  She looks so much like Vanessa, my Vanessa, who I just lost.  Thank God for people like Melissa, Estelle, Kim, Shannon and Kathleen, Janessa, Sue, Kristin, and recently Max, who has offered to foster Sophie – these are people that are willing to give a home to a cat or kitten until they are adopted.  They all take their chances knowing that cat or kitten will be with them – could be weeks, could be months, sometimes longer, not usually, but they still are willing to open their hearts and homes for a defenseless animal with no voice.  I thank God for them.

That’s all I have.

Have a great day everyone.

"You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself

that you truly give."

Tidbits

To the Commenter from Monday's post:  side of building on corner of Niagara and Central Park.

I placed a board there today due to rain beginning, and we will see if this _______ takes it again.

I fed a lot of cats today.  By the time I finished, the rain was coming, so I am hoping the cats were able to eat quick before they, and their food, were soaked.  Those that I feed under trees, side of road, etc.  They are the misfortunate, as they don't have shelters like the others where the food is protected.

I am hoping to rescue another female diluted tortie tomorrow that has been hanging around Short Street, same area as Sammy, tomorrow.  Foster Max has kindly offered to foster.  She is a sweetie, and reminds me so much of my girl Vanessa that just passed away.  She is too delicate and sweet to survive out there much longer.  Besides, her very fluffy coat is picking up all sorts of things.  She looks something like this!  My dear departed Vanessa:

And then there is a little tiger kitten, about the size of Scooby Doo, perhaps six months old.  I picked him up this morning and there was no resistance.  He runs to me each morning on the corner of Stout and Grand Avenue.  I feed him and a bunch of cats under a tree here.  He needs rescuing along with several others here.  All sweet.  All throwaways.

We are planning on a small fundraiser.  I know some details, but not all.  We are going to have a............

PAINT & PURR!

• November 2, 2019
• Moose Lodge, Churchville (SO easy to get to - 20 mins. from Rochester depending on how fast you drive!)
• Artist Kristin McBride will show us how to paint a fabulous fall painting that we can bring home.  Suggested donation will include a free drink from the bar!  Snacks will be provided.

Sounds like FUN!!!

Something more formal will be coming out VERY SOON.

Have a fabulous day!