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He has been gone for two months and now the gal has dropped him back at my door. The reason she gave me is he isn’t getting along with her other cat- but after looking at this black kitty- I suspect it runs a bit deeper than that excuse. He is dribbling urine. Just drops are being left on wherever he happens to be laying on- which is never a good sign.

He is 9 months old and he is not the same kitten I dropped off at her home two months ago. I sense another vet visit looming.

I started him on Baytril after consulting with my vet and will take him in later tomorrow. Right now, he is in Cyclone’s pad decompressing. He doesn’t want to eat and is hiding and when I do go and touch him, he is extremely sensitive in his rear end- so much so that he will tuck his tail in so tightly against his body it almost vanishes. He shows every indication that he might have been hurt. Do I think the gal hurt him? No, but perhaps her boyfriend or roommates boyfriend did- or maybe he fell? I don’t know- One out, one in a revolving door must exist here.

Tomorrow another home visit this one for Jackson the other male Siamese boy. Right now I am beginning to doubt my powers of observations and starting to mistrust my judgement calls on these adoptions. The family tomorrow has just lost their 22 year old Siamese male and the husband has been diagnosed with Stage 4 cancer and the wife wants him to have a companion to keep him company while he rests. They have two rescued Siamese girl kitties but they have bonded with the kids and she is looking for another that might bond with the husband. I will just have to be careful about my judgement because having these kittens come back home is heartbreaking. I want to put them in the right home not just any home that may want them.

Cyclone took his last breath in this world and traveled off in the winds to a much better place. He lost over half of his body weight in a week. The vet suspected cancer and we decided the best thing for him, and the hardest thing for us would be to let him go. I kissed his sweet forehead and told him how sorry I was that we lost 9 years of our lives together and he left on a flood of tears. Even the vet was sorry that he had to say goodbye to him. Steve did tell me that he was glad I was his client because I give all the cats under my care the benefit of the doubt. He said that some of his clients bring him cats that are nuisances and they just want rid of them, or that the care they need is to involved and they don’t “have time” to take care of the cat.

All I know is my wanderer is now running over the Bridge into the arms of a young man who has instructions to take very good care of this golden boy-

I love you Cyclone- you changed my life drastically and gave me hope in moments when I didn’t think any hope existed any more.

Yes, I have been entered into another contest- this one is a photo contest and a lot shorter in duration. If I win- I will get $500.00 for the cats which is much needed-

Here is the link: Go to View Entries and Look for Milton by Mary Anne Miller

Flash Photo Contest

He’s Baaack….! The shocky look in his eyes has now vanished and last night he splayed over Mike’s lap on his back with his paws high in the air kneading the air. Mike calls it “Tover’s kneading the clouds!” I was worried about him, but this morning my worries stopped as he leaped on my lap, kissed my nose and draped his back leg across my left arm as I sat here typing. I told him, he could join our group of core kitties which now number 10 and I wouldn’t adopt him out again.

Heard from the gal who has Grayson and he is doing just fine. Runs the house now- what a surprise and her son is over-the-moon in love with him. He sleeps with Kevin at night and steals the pillow from him! LOL

Nice to hear some of the adoptions do work when people let cats be who they are and don’t try to shape them into the “ideal pet.”

I received the call early yesterday morning. The landfill guys had started to empty an industrial dumpster when they noticed a cat inside! Someone had hurt this cat and he wasn’t moving much. I flew to the site. I found a what was once beautiful orange boy wrapped up in a shirt laying on the lunch table. They had tried to feed it but it wasn’t taking much food. It couldn’t. They told me they had removed a bag from around the cat’s head that someone had put there in a cruel way. I will spare you the details.

Smokey Joe was rushed to the vet. I named him after the man who found him. His throat was horribly bruised, they cleaned the wounds and removed the neurcrotic tissue. he was given an antibiotic shot fluids and sent home with ointment for the wounds. The vet said it didn’t look good.

I carried him upstairs and just sat with him and cried. How could someone do this to such a beautiful creature? Boggles my mind. He came home at 11:20 he was gone by 3:00. He took his last gasp of air in my lap and relaxed. His pain is over now.

Despite all the $$ spent on his behalf yesterday- God only allowed me to have him for a few hours. But in those final hours I never left his side. I wanted him to know that there are people who care for him deeply- who get ANGRY when confronted with such abuse and deal with the results of people who lack a moral compass.

I used the vaporizer and the nebulizer to try to get him to breathe easier- but nothing worked. All he had in the end was love and I guess you can’t ask for anything stronger than that to take you out of this world and lead you to a better place-

He was only 4 years old-

Last night as I lay there trying to get to sleep with tears rolling down my face, I felt movement on the bed. The remaining three Siamese babies and also the new russian blue kitten all came up on the bed and piled on top of me. There were no words spoken, I just tried my darndest to pet all four of them. It felt like they were just covering me in comfort.

I had to smile remembering the rough beginnings of these kittens and how long I had to chase them around that first room to get them into carriers and take them home. Now, they were perfectly content to have me near them and I welcomed their presence. Sometimes, the world does become in balance again-

Nine days after being adopted out, Tover is back home. The woman had unrealistic expectations of how a cat “should” behave and he wasn’t quick enough on the program apparently. I picked him up late last night and he is still showing uncertainty in his eyes- but he did lay with me earlier and fell asleep on my lap. I am waiting now for him to leap up on me and drape his back leg over my arm- which is his favorite position when I am at the computer.

Cooper, the larger Siamese mix male was adopted out today and there is a couple who is showing an interest in the other three kitties as well. It would be nice to keep them mostly together- but time will tell as I haven’t visited the perspective home yet.

Cooper will live with a widow and her one orange kitty and he should do just fine.

This little black girl is quite sickly and it isn’t because she is carrying some dreaded disease. The only misfortune she suffered was being “rescued” by the clueless. The woman found her the other day in the bushes (she is just about a week old) and because she had fleas, the woman took her in and gave her a bath in COLD water! Her system immediately shut down and her panicked brother called me. I rushed over there to be presented with an almost lifeless-body. I took a rough towel and started to massage her- grabbed their blow dryer and requested they stand back a distance and blow the warm air on the towel. Snots and bubbles came out of this kitten’s mouth and her mouth opened but no sounds came out. I took some coffee and put warm drops on her tongue and rushed her home where we gave her warming fluids. I spent a restless night with her watching over her and feeding her every two hours.

I haven’t even named her yet- she is so weak and lethargic and there isn’t anything anyone can do for her because she is so small and is trying to survive the shock. She is still getting warming fluids and Karo and I mix a bit of coffee in with her KMR. I go to see the feline specialist today with her and I hope that I have done everything right.

The woman said she felt terrible about what she did but she is allergic to fleas and seeing them on this kitten “freaked her out.” She thought the cold water would kill the fleas-well guess what? It stuns them-but it can kill a kitten.

The heartbreak of what I do is telling people no. No, I can’t take 8 cats because the woman is being evicted TOMORROW and she was to distraught to figure out what to do with her cats! No, I can’t take the seven cats who have been dumped up on Whisky Butte Road. I wish I could but the resources are not there, the space is not available and I feel like I am letting the cats down- the people be hanged. They can survive the evictions and the upheavels but the cats are another story.

Who waits for 24 hours before an eviction before figuring out what to do with seven cats they “adore?”

I do have a bottle baby here, she is quite sickly and there will be no photo of her as my camera has suffered a mishap it can’t recover from.

There are possible homes fo Sahara, Fawn, Rayne, and India- but won’t know until the people fill out the necessary paperwork.

And still the phone rings and people plead for me to take their cat(s) and my answer is gentle and heartfelt- but I simply can’t. No room, no pawket money- no resources available at this time-

The four Siamese mix kitties that arrived around Christmas are now all over me at night on the bed. Last night, I was petting each one of them without the usual flight reflex kicking in and discovered that the snowshoe mix and the smallest female are peppered with bb pellets! Not bad enough that someone dumped mom off to have her kittens outside, but after the kittens were born they were used for target practice from some a$$ whole!

The good news is they are going up for adoption this weekend because they finally have figured out that trusting humans is possible-