Guys when you go to vote for me- the website is so hosed up right now. It took forever for me to figure out how to vote, so I am hoping soon they fix the glitches and go back to the regular website. Last I saw this morning, I was sitting at 4.27 but until they figure out how to bring the website back- it will be hard to tell where I am sitting
and yet another one has arrived to take her place. This boy is in sad, sad shape. He was dumped at a local campground and left to fend for himself and he didn’t do to well. He is of course a tomcat. His eyes are all messed up and his breathing is labored. He will go to the vet in the morning-
Have you guys seen this?
This is all I feed- I wonder if this is why Google isn’t doing well?
Last night, I was lying in bed thinking about Tyler and others who have passed away recently. There were no tears or remorse for I know I do the best I can under the circumstances and at times am allowed to do more than most. The four siamese were in the room- but only Cooper was laying near me. He likes to be on my feet for some reason.
Suddenly, I felt movement on the bed all around me and all of the babies came up to join me. For the first time since they arrived at Christmas, I was able to pet and be with all of them. It was truly amazing. Then the two blue kids from upstairs came down and joined them and we were all cuddling together. It was a moment of joy for me that these cats finally realized that they could trust me and they somehow knew their presence next to me would bring me comfort.
When I woke up this morning, they were all still on the bed although not all of them huddled next to me. I got up and of course they scattered. I went upstairs to see how Truman was doing. He is still hiding under the futon since being returned a few days ago. I sat down on the ground and stuck my hand under the futon and asked the futon if it was hiding a kitty named Truman. I wiggled my fingers and just started talking nonsense when I felt his head come in contact with my hand. Slowly by inches he crawled out of hiding, looked up at me and raised up and head-bumped me so hard I thought I would fall over! He repeated this several times then went back under the futon where he apparently feels the safest.
it was as if the cats were saying to me- “Yes mom, Tyler is gone but we are here,” and that is all I need- confirmation that these cats are finally trusting humans again and soon will be able to move on and bless someone else’s life as richly as they have blessed mine.
This morning, I found my old friend Tyler in the barn in a nest of hay. At first, I thought he was sleeping and I guess he was-eternally- for he has gone over the Bridge. I suspect his heart gave out on him as there wasn’t a mark on him. His buddy Crash was close by watching him with sorrow in her eyes.
Goodbye my friend, as you slipped softly into the day.
I remember the moment we rescued you, those memories forever will stay.
Thank you for the head-bumps, the gentleness of your kiss.
I will remember with fondness, how you ran others off with your hiss.
I hope in your final moments, you didn’t understand
And released from your earthen vessel, you freely left this land.
I hope God gave you amnesia and you didn’t feel the pain.
What I know, is life without you, will never be the same.
You were the Alpha Cat the Terrohiss, the one who ruled the roost
Life without your antics will sorely be reduced.
God, thank you for allowing me, the time to get to know
This wonderful, scrappy black kitten whose seeds of love did grow.
Deep within my heart, there is an ache a mile wide.
Along with miles of sorrow, all bottled up inside.
That a feed bowl will stay empty, and a nest of straw will just lay bare-
Because he no longer walks in my life, he now walks within my prayers.
I will miss you old man- Tyler was 14 years old-
I am in 6th place, pretty good considering I started in 15th but I really need to keep moving up for these cats-
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Did you know that jackets get worms? I didn’t either, but mine must have been infested, because when I went to put profender on Fawn- she ducked and the liquid dripped on my jacket. I swear she turned and grinned at me as if to say “Better luck next time- sucker!” LOL I did manage to deworm three out of four- so I will take those odds.
It’s frustrating because they are so gorgeous and I know I could find good homes for them, but they are still skittish as the devil. It just takes time, so I take a deep breath and back away and mutter “next time, you are mine!”
I am relieved to report that Cyclone’s eye shows no cloudiness so far which is a good thing. I tried to improvise another patch for his eye, but this cat was not impressed and resisted all my attempts. His eye still looks like he went three rounds with Mike Tyson, but his appetite is back and that is a good thing.
His eye is so messed up there is a possibility he might lose it. His visit has set me back a bit so if anyone can contribute to his care- I would welcome it with open arms. He is a pirate right now, wearing a patch which isnt going to last very long in his world I am afraid. But it is hoped that in cutting off the light and the air from the eye, it will allow the eye to heal on its own and not require removal. There is a name for what he has, but I can’t say it let alone spell it but it is due to long periods of neglect and lack of nutrients to the body. Poor kitty-
Well, the ol gent’s eye has flared up again so we have an appointment to take him tomorrow afternoon. It never completely healed and then almost in a minute has flared up again. Poor kitty-
The two new cats are quite an enigma. Both can turn into whirling dirvishes at a moment’s notice and as they get more comfortable in their new surroundings, more puzzling behaviors emerge. I am not sure what is actually going on but the girl, Sheba is a constant growler. Whether I am petting her, feeding her or playing with her, there is a low rumble coming from her at all times and it isn’t purring! I don’t know whether to be worried or amused.
I am on a quest to find a dry food they both will eat. They were being fed Blue Buffalo but they won’t touch it now. They nibble a bit of Newman’s own- and some fancy feast, but they won’t go near BB. I went out and bought every cat food I could find (small bags) and we will start the process of elimination today to find out which brand they like best.
I am so much better at figuring out the needs of strays left in the world, then owner-surrendered kitties who have been dealing with a lot of stress and emotional upheaval from their owner in the recent past. I will just keep trying.
I heard from their owner yesterday, she has found a room to rent that she can “almost” afford, but she really doesn’t want to move into a shelter and says this is a better deal. Her one job will make the rent, she just won’t have anything left over and so she is still looking for a second job and no, she can’t have her cats right now. Not allowed and she can’t afford to feed and care for them. But for her, it is a step in the right direction.
On the Google front, she is fine until she gets out of her cage for exercise and fun and gets into the other cats’ food and then we have a mess going on. I have put her (with apologies) into her own room so she can run around- but she needs interaction which I can’t always provide. But she has gained another 1/2 of pound so something is working.
Cyclone is enjoying his new pad- he likes to lay on the porch and got so disgruntled yesterday, when I picked him up and brought him back inside and closed off his access to his pad. We had heavy thunderstorms and I didn’t want him to be hit by lightning. All that wire around him, it just wasn’t worth taking a chance.