One of the older cats from the CL guy has from the get-go heavy drooling coming out of his mouth. When he growled at me, I saw his tongue was really strange-looking. Half of it white, half of it blood red. Then I had to go to the hospital and couldn’t get him in. He went in to the vet’s this morning.
Sully has apparently bitten a electrical cord in the past and it never was treated and so it was greatly infected. He has a huge burn on the side of his mouth inside his gum line and the infection was taking over his whole mouth! We gave him a pain shot, a shot of covenia and I have oral pain gel to give him twice a day.
He is now inside- the burn is months old and when I asked the vet why it didn’t resolve on its own, I was told that the mouth is such a moist hotbed of germs, he never stood a chance of recovering from the actual burn without vet help. Poor kitty. He is the living room, not real happy about being there but the vet said he is lucky to even be alive with the extent of the burn. Guess I can’t go out of the year without some sort of cat trauma to deal with!
It is unbelievably good to be back home and sitting upright again. I have been in the hospital and they still don’t know what is wrong (the last test results won’t clear for four days) but let me just say it’s nice to be home. I fairly got animal mugged this morning when I walked through the door! The doctors told me had I messed around any longer, my heart could have stopped because of dehydration. It was a good thing I asked Mike to take me to Portland (that was a switch!) They did rule out a bunch of things- but it is some sort of gastrointestional bug that I picked up somewhere and quite frankly, I can’t wait for it to hitchhike the hell back to where it came from! They could only control the pain with morphine so I am not really sure of that last few days events. So I am taking a rest for a bit. I much rather would have gone to the tropics and sipped long island ice teas-but instead I was flat on my back worshipping the porcelain god. I’m not insured so this was an expense not needed- but it couldn’t be helped. I knew I was in trouble when I heard the kittens crying for food and I couldn’t even find my feet! Thankfully in my absence volunteers stepped up- Thank you George and Haley! And kittens and cats were fed- Darcie was adopted out! and the litterpans were taken care of in a timely fashion.. Thankfully, these two people know the standards to which I keep the care of my cats and forgave me for the mess I left behind. I have been fighting this bug for three weeks now. I just kept thinking it was the flu and it would “pass.” It didn’t.
I did find a clinic who will work with me on reasonable prices for getting the last group of rescued kittens fixed. They will charge me $17.00 for the boys and $35.00 for the girls! The one problem is, this year we have 17 girls and 7 boys. I only had 5 boys before and less girls, but the man who wanted to shoot his cats (and I took them) upset that balance. So it would be $595.00 for the girls and $119.00 for the boys. This will also include dewormings and vaccinations! They seemed impressed with my work and are eager to help out. If you feel led to help out financially, please do. I checked this clinic out thoroughly and it come up aces!
So my stomach is still queasy- I hope everyone had a wonderful, blessed and Merry Christmas and maybe by the time New Year’s rolls in- I will have some answers to who this nasty passenger is inside my body that took my electroylites so dangerously low-
Looks are deceiving for this golden boy. Although he looks so friendly and loving, sadly, the opposite is true. He has a high aggression factor not only to other cats but to people as well. After he almost killed Penny last night when he got out of his cage, Mike and I talked about it and it was decided he would be better off away from whatever terrors chased him. I put him down about an hour ago. Not a good way to spend the day before Christmas, but I know in my mind it was the right thing to do. He shredded Penny’s leg almost to the bone and the only thing she was doing at the time, was lying on the rug below his cage. She just got in the way. She will spend Christmas at the ER Vet for observation- and Flannigan’s pain has also ended. He now is flying free toward the heavens and God’s grace.
This is the kitty who attacked a tenant at the trailer park when she was coming out of her trailer in the morning with a fried egg sandwich in hand. He bit and scratched her to such an extent that she had to go to the ER. I thought maybe hunger drove him to act with such aggression and wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, but it’s been clear for at least a week now that he was a ticking time bomb just ready to go off-
The two tomcats have settled down and now that they know their food arrives at the same time(s) every day, they are quite sweet. They have shed their feral suit of armor and they just want to be petted and loved on. They along with the two kittens are eating so many cans of food daily that my supply went down quickly. Tonight, I was opening up my last three cans of wet food and the doorbell rang. It was one of my volunteers and friend and she had a bag of canned kitty food for us! I was so relieved because the two kittens don’t really like the dry stuff much and one of the tomcats has major mouth issues so he can only eat wet food. The timing couldn’t have been more purrfect for the arrival of the 15 cans of food.
Flanigan the orange and white boy from the trailer park is proving to be quite a challenge. He won’t eat cat food- either wet or dry. The only thing this kitty eats is deli chicken which leads me to believe he must have been getting his dinner from the deli across the street from the trailer park. I have tried all sorts of different brands of food types of cat food- he wants nothing to do with any of it. It HAS to be chicken and if it isn’t he very LOUDLY tells me what he thinks about the situation. I have him in the living room because my neighbor was really exasperated by him hollering all night. So I took him out of the deck enclosure and brought him inside, what a mistake. He is LOUD! LOL Chicken will shut him up!
They are talking about snow by Christmas so we put the heater into the stall enclosure so the kitties: Lexi and Bradley will stay warm. The two toms have heated cat beds so they are set for the oncoming chilly nights.
God’s in his heaven, all’s right with the world-
Everybody can breathe now. We have four of the five cats and they are safe! One tomcat did not want to be captured, so I left him with the man because they seem to have bonded. I left him with PLENTY of cat food (and human food too). I told him that when I go after the holidays to do the spays, I will get this big black boy neutered and bring him back. In the meantime, I told him, I would keep him supplied with enough dry food for the cat that he doesn’t have to worry about it. So we now have a beautiful muted tortie girl and a mackerel tabby boy (about three months old) and two long-haired black tomcats in our sanctuary. They were SO Bloody Hungry! I am only feeding them small amounts right now because I don’t want them sick.
Now to back-track- the deputy called me and told me to meet him at the location. I took George with me, he is here today helping out. I told him if I even saw a gun on location, I was going to get the hell out of dodge. and he agreed.
The man turned out to be quite nice- just really down on his luck. A big brute of a guy and you can tell his elevator doesn’t quite go clear to the top. He helped us gather up the cats and when I left the deputy sheriff had stayed behind and was talking to Jeff about all of this.
I am grateful this worked out for the cats. I am not grateful to have 4 more mouths to feed and vet and neuter- but it is what it is. I couldn’t leave them there to turn into ducks in a shooting gallery!
All cats are doing well. They have plowed through food and unless I am mistaken, the muted tortie girl (she is so gorgeous) is pregnant! I don’t think she is quite four months old- I’ll know for sure on Monday when I call to get them in to be seen.
Ad on CL this morning:
I have 5 cats, 4 adults and 1 kitten, that need a new home. They are strays that I have been feeding and have socialized. I can no longer feed them, and rather than let them starve, I am killing them. I have killed 4 of the original 12 cats, (the four skinniest kittens). Three of the kittens ran away after that and now I am down to one days food for the remaining 5 cats.
Why don’t I feed the cats? I’m mentally and physically disabled and live by charging people to stay in my house. Everyone has left me; One left after I broke up with her, one started doing meth, stole a laptop and left, and one decided to stop paying me, “I’m not here that much so what do I really owe you?”, he is leaving by the first. I had to give away my car because I couldn’t afford insurance, and I’m turning everything off.
Peace in Christ
I have been on the phone with the police and I have responded to the ad. If this guy is on the level and he responds to me, I will take reinforcements with me when I go over there to save whatever cats might be left. As I told the officer this morning, if this man is so unbalanced that he is putting this crap online, what is going to happen if he is ignored and all of a sudden starts shooting people instead of cats? I will let them know what happens if he even answers me. I just hope it is someone’s idea of a sick joke.
Updated: 10:30 a.m Sadly, this does not seem to be a joke. I talked to the man a bit ago on the phone and he sounds like he is barely hanging on by his last thread. He was saying he killed the five kittens because they were starving and had an URI. He said the neighbors turned him and the sherriff came out to talk to him, but regardless, starting tomorrow he will again start shooting cats because he is out of food.
I told him I would bring him food or take his cats from him (though God knows where I am going to put them!) What was his pleasure? He asked me to just take all of his cats. He says they are friendly although none have been vetted or spayed or neutered. :( I have been in contact with a sherriff’s deputy and am waiting to hear back from him as to how to proceed. ALL my being wants to go over there and take those cats out of danger, but he sounds like reality is slowly slipping away. I don’t want us to make national news by the headlines of this guy going bonkers and opening up and shooting not just cats but other people (me included). So I am holding back, though it is hard. If I can get his cats, I will have to take Karen’s two ferals out of the large enclosure and put them outside and let the five new cats have the stall enclosure. Karen’s cats have been here long enough to understand this is home and there are plenty of places they can hide. It’s just hard to stay still and DO NOTHING knowing that there are 5 cats in danger of dying. The guy sounds pretty young too- what a shame. His last words to me chilled me. He said they were coming on Monday to turn off his electricity so all he has left to do now is sit in the dark and think. God help him and I hope the Deputy calls me back soon.
On September 22, 2014 the call came through that an emaciated “dirty” scrungy kitty had walked into this woman’s kitchen and wouldn’t leave. After finding out her husband’s idea of a good cat is a dead one, I left immediately to go and pick the cat up. At first, I thought it was a black cat, but it turned out to be so covered in fleas and flea dirt that is the discoloring of her coat and what I was looking at. I gave her several baths and she bled red in every single one. We rushed her to the vet, it was determined she was about 10 years old and anemic- she had the bad form of anemia, the non-regenerative type, severely dehydrated and just hanging on.
We gave her fluids and meds, I brought her home put her by herself in a cage with an outside patio attached and wanted to see if I found her in time. I didn’t find her quick enough and this week has been really rough. She stopped eating, she lost weight, she would lose urine when she slept and if she did eat something it ended up being hurled across the cage in an impressive (and scary) projectile vomiting. She was telling me that she was done- it was over. She didn’t want to play this game any longer.
I took her in this night for her journey’s end. My vet agreed that if she was going to kick this flea-induced anemia she would have done it by now. He didn’t think that he could find a vein- but I prayed so hard because the alternative is not a good one if a vessel can’t be found. He hit the vein the first stick! I was at her head whispering in her ear and telling her how much joy she brought to my life in the short time she was here. When the fluid hit, I just saw her take a huge sigh or relief then she licked my hand and she was gone.
Run free Hope in the heavens. Play in the grasses and find that special boy up there who will be your best friend. I loved you- I wish I had gotten to you sooner. Thanks for trying to fight- you were such a courageous kitty to the end.
Yesterday, we were pleasantly surprised by the arrival of a package from our friend Pat who runs Plain Brown Tabby. She sent our seventeen rabble rousers toys and treats for Christmas! This way, after they get through trashing the room in fine style, they can dine on Kitty Kaviar and Whole Life Chicken and re-charge for the next time!
It was their first exposure to catnip and honeysuckle treats and I clearly saw who is going to be alpha in the group as Tweedledee promptly scored the majority of catnip toys and hid them under her belly. Anyone came close to even wanting a sniff was warded off by some pretty impressive growls.
Thank you Pat! This morning among the trashings of the room there were sightings of these toys as well among the rubble. I think I will hold off rewarding these guys for their hard play time though- no reason to encourage them!
This morning when I went in to feed the elusive, starving cat, I heard this meow over my head. I looked up and he was perched in the rafters- like a vulture ready to pounce on the food. He allowed me to pet him, I admired his boney structure and told him he was safe and would have all the love and food he needed from here on in. He reminds me a lot of my Norton kitty. Once he is filled out- he will be beautiful