Chauncey, who is stepping allover my keyboard at the moment- slept with Mike all night long. Now she is pestering me as I type trying out her prowness on the keyboard and creating some interesting commands for my computer to figure out.

Yesterday, I pulled Reese’s kittens off of her. This poor mom has given it her all to these babies, and although I was feeding her 8 times a day and giving supplements, she is zapped. The babies are in with the others so now our bedroom houses ten kittens! To say it is disaster zone is an understatement.

Reece doesn’t seem to care that the kittens are gone which concerns me a bit, because most queens go crazy during the weaning period. But Reese is bone thin and she doesn’t have anything left to give her family. I have her outside with the others in the introduction cage. I think she is relieved her motherly duties are over. The babies are eating on their own and are healthy and roly-poly fat!

Just got back from a rescue run way the heck up off Ridgecrest Road deep in the forest. A group of hikers found a young black kitten wandering the woods when they were on the back trails. Kimberly, who adopted a kitten from me a few years ago, suggested to the group that I be called. I just met them at the trail head. I know where this kitten was dumped and it is someplace where nothing lives but predators! She is about 3 months old and scared as could be- major skinny- but she is safe now. Did I mention she is pure black? Figures! Hisses me off that someone made a special trip deep into the woods to dump her there. No one lives back there- no one.

At least, she is safe and for now- nameless.

Here she is:

Ever since Roscoe went bungee jumping, he has been doing so poorly. Right now, he has a URI that rivals anything I have ever witnessed in a kitty to fight. There are episodes of pure choking, he is grinding his teeth when he eats (evidence he is in pain) He has multiple sneezing fits- tries to wipe his nose away from existence as furiously as he paws himself. He is open-mouth breathing and worrying the hell out of me.

They have put him on three types of medications and he flips out big time when I try to give him his meds. I am talking full on battle- screaming, flipping around, biting, scratching. Forget wrapping this kitten up like a burrito and pushing meds on him- he is having none of it.

Because of his recent breathing treatments, visits, meds etc- my vet bill has once again skyrocketed. I really want to take this kitten in to the holistic healer in town- but I am tapped. The kitty holds $10.00 and I need at least $60.00 to get in the door.

Through all of his misery, he seeks me out for comfort. He is in my lap right now, burning up with fever, but I know that subcu’s are out of the question. The only way I have been able to get this kitten to take fluids is to fill up the dog’s water bucket to the brim and put him in front of it. He will then drink. He will take a bit of tuna juice, he is eating- he’s just so damn sick. I know he is miserable, and I am running 3 vaporizers round the clock to give him relief and praying so hard that another one isn’t about to leave us.

But he’s not giving up and our town healer is also an animal communicator. I know, sounds wierd, but he is tapped into them someway.I think the vets have missed something major with this bungee jumping kitty. I want to take this other option and right now, my hands are tied.

My life is so bizarre, I swear sometimes, I wonder just what the heck I am doing?

Yesterday, I received a call from a good friend of mine. She lives near a pretty popular park and she will call me from time to time because dumped kitties find their way to her door. She said she had a Russian Blue show up the other day.He was neutered, friendly but skinny as all beat-out and just exhausted. I asked her if she had taken him to the vet yet? She can’t really afford it but I told her that at least she should take him in and see if he is microchipped. She said she would do that and call me back.

Turns out the cat IS microchipped and was turned over for adoption to me in 2010! He was previously owned by a young girl who has issues and was losing her home and moving to a homeless shelter.

Grayson was adopted out immediately. I called the number I had for the family but the number is disconnected. After our slamming storm subsided here, I drove over to the apartment only to find it vacant. I wonder if they dumped him? The park is a long way from where they live.

At any rate, I don’t have the room for him right now, so Dee is going to keep him until we find a home for him. He needs groceries badly and I just have to wonder what happened to the “loving home” I found. Dee said not to beat myself up, that no one who adopts has visionary powers to see into the home after the person leaves a cat. She reminded me how shelters adopt out animals daily and never EVEN visit the homes of the people wanting the animals. I do the best I can, and sometimes I get it right- other times it can just go wrong.

This just in from Truman’s owner:

Mary Anne,
I have put some pictures of Truman on your facebook page. I have enjoyed him so much. He is really opening up. I am the cat whisperer. I have needed him a lot since I am going through empty nest syndrome. I am so grateful for all the gracious people who made sure that Truman had a loving home. He gets tuna a lot and his coat is really silky. He had a ear infection that is being treated and his eyes are clearing up. No more eye buggers. He sings a lot. I hear him when he is settling down for a nap he sings.

My favorite moment so far with him is when he was smiling so big he had dimples!! Never knew a cat could do that. I hope to one day be able to get it on film. I love the way he sashes around the house. Makes me think of a cartoon.

Midgie Moo from Katmandu and him are getting along famously. They race around the house like two stallions. I don’t have the heart to tell them not to run in the house. (Remember I have empty nest syndrome) They are my other kids.

Truman Cat of Contentment
Thank you again everyone.

She has bruising on the underside of her belly, and on her neck. She has lost one claw and I am supposed to watch for blood in her urine. If I see that, I am to bring her back immediately. She will be sore, I am told for at least 2-3 weeks. But she is alive, she is eating and drinking so it could be so much worse.

This afternoon I took a rushed trip out to Eugene and Cottage Grove to fetch back Google and Fiona. What are the odds that both these cats had dog encounters? Google was mauled by a German Shepherd when the Shepherd jumped a high barrier in the house and grabbed Goog by her throat!

Fiona on the other hand, when confronted by a very large pit bull decided to defend herself and did so well enough that the dog got the worst of it! YAY Fiona! The husband was really angry when he came back from a vacation to find out his wife adopted a cat without his knowledge and his “$2,200.00 pit bull had a messed up face!” He made some ugly threats about what he would do to Fiona if I didn’t come and get her NOW!!!

Both cats are back with me- Google seems to be quite painful in her shoulders and belly area- and Fiona aka Warrior Queen has retired to the top of the cat condo. What a day! I will watch Goog overnight and then depending on what happens tomorrow, I may have to take her to the vet for a check. I don’t even know when this grab took place. I am waiting to hear from her last owner who wasn’t home when I fetched Goog off her porch (in a cat carrier)>

I have no clue what took Mannix from us tonight, but at late night check, I found this one month old in his bed. He was gone. He will be the second of the park litter kitties to go to the Bridge unexpectedly. He was fine a few hours ago. I was cuddling with him on the bed and I have no idea what happened. There isn’t a mark on him- he just has passed away. I hope it is my over-tirend brain, but Paris his sister looks punky to me. I took her temp- she is normal- but she just looks off….:( I’ll say it again- I HATE Kitten Season.

It was held inside the cat enclosure and it was a bit nerve-wracking. Since Bently decided to share the spotlight- that made it a bit better. Thank God it wasn’t live! LOL

He tried to lead me down the political path but I am so not political. I told him I am in it for the cats and we talked a bit about society’s perception of cats. I told him it was rather telling when I go to the local grocery store to find cat food and find the food sandwiched between the poisons and the trash bags! Reinforcing in minds of ignorance that cats are disposable or should be destroyed.
We talked a lot, I just hope I didn’t put my foot in my mouth to many times. He was really nice and in the end, sympathetic to my cause.

If you go to YouTube and type in Senator President Peter Courtney Salem Oregon Senate Bill 6 you will be introduced to a rather bizarre and often graphic rendition of the introduction to this bill. Not only does what he is saying make any sense- but it also slams home why this bill is so poorly written.

I can’t get the link to transfer-so you have to do the footwork yourself. I would warn you not to have small children nearby as you listen to this man talk.

Channel 9 News is on their way to interview me about my cats and SB6. To say I am anxious is putting it mildly-