Yesterday, I finally found the courage to go into the bedroom and start sanitizing and cleaning things. Until now, it has been sealed tightly. There is a bleach step in front of the door in case I had to go in, but I found many reasons not to go in. I bleached down everything in the room, tossed out bedding, and laundered everything else.

As I scrubbed an mopped and scoured, I thought of this brave chocolate boy who was trying so hard to get better yet his body couldn’t keep up. By the look of the litter pan deep in the cage (it was flooded with urine) his kidneys weren’t functioning either.

I thought of all these cats wandering the streets trying to survive and simple things could save a lot of them from misery- LOVE-

Compassion for the kitty digging for dinner in the dumpster at the local fast food restaurant.

Awareness for the cat left alone and crying out his needs to the people walking by- people who mostly ignore them.

Education to reach the uninformed about the importance of spaying and neutering and parasite control-

We are such an instant society anymore. Drive thru restaurants, aps on our phones that get us where we want to go quicker, hold reservations longer, cell phones in our ears even when we are dining with friends. We drive faster, fly in crowded planes and we don’t communicate (actually sit and talk) with those we love.

I love these cats and I sit among them daily on the floor watching how they interact with each other- how they form bonds of trust with one another. If one of them is sick- the other cats are the first to know that something isn’t right and their behavior alerts me it is time for yet another vet visit.

I have a vet visit today, my sweet Tover who you would never know as a tomcat is getting neutered. Will he then go up for adoption? I don’t know- for like Zavan, there is a special quality to Tover and he is one that I will not let go unless I know the home is perfect.

He is highly indignant having to spend the night in the pet lodge in the bedroom- but at least I know it is safe in there- and when he gets home, he will join the others. As special as this black kitty is- there is no need for him to spread his specialness to other queens. It ends today- he gets chopped.

My one wish is that I could have returned Zavan whole and healthy to Bill, the man who cared enough to stop his day and pick this cat up (even though he was covered in fleas). Now as it stands, Bill does get Zavan back, but in an urn and not in a carrier.

One more thing in my meanderings of the morning- I was told yesterday I will be the featured shelter helper on adoptashelter Stop by if you can and read how this mission for cats started for me! It should be up in few days-