They’re GREEEAT!

I had fallen asleep on the couch after work last night. I woke up from the loud bang. Just one sound “WHAM!”

Lying there, trying to regroup, I wasn’t sure what I had heard. Then in the silence of the morning (2:40 a.m. by the digital clock) I hear…”crunch….crunch…crunch…crunch..”

What in the world? I switch up the light, grab my robe and head for the kitchen where the sound is located.

Flipping on the kitchen light, I see Bayer, laying next to a large box of opened Frosted Flakes and he is scooping out the contents with his paws just devouring the sugary goodness! My little tiger LOL!

I pick him up, he growls in protest, how dare I interrupt his late-night snack! I clean up the mess and give him some canned cat food to appease him.

I will have to get child-proof locks come payday- either that or rename him BP for Bottomless Pit!

Bayer and Riddle have been neutered today. They are home, Bayer acts like nothing much happened and he is back in general population. Riddle is less pleased with the experience and so I put him into the cage for awhile. His boy parts don’t look as good as Bayer’s does- probably because Bayer is black and Riddle is gray and white so I can see more.

One more spay and hopefully that will be the end of it for awhile. I couldn’t make an appointment for Puzzle until the 8th due to money constraints. I sure hope she doesn’t go into her first heat before then!

“If you love something, set it free..” Today, although I love McKinley with all my heart, I turned him over to another rescuer’s home. Her home sits in seclusion on 20 acres. She is so far away from the road and he has so many places he can just be safe with her- and he can’t be with me.

I was coming home from work tonight and I saw him streak across the highway headed for our drive. My heart caught in my throat, but he didn’t get hit by a car. It’s then I realized that if I want this cat who has already been through hell and back to live a good, long life- he needs to find a safer place.

When I dropped him off and took him out of the carrier, I held him for the longest time and snuggled into his soft fur. This 22 pound Maine Coon cross is my baby- I put him on the floor and he sniffed the other cats in the room, then went over under a table, curled up in a big basket and went to sleep. That’s when I knew, even though my heart is heavy- I did the right thing. I set him free even though that means, he won’t be with me every day.

Lila will keep him inside a few days then let him out with the others.

I hope my project goes together and I can fence off our pasture and create a safe place for all stray cats to be. I’ll let you know closer to when this is to start what is going on there- because honestly folks, in order for me to qualify you will need to vote for me every day you can.

Okay, maybe Bayer doesn’t have hollow legs but when it comes to him eating, it sure seems like it. I have to put him in the bathroom during feeding times to be sure the other cats get their wet food. I am hoping the neuter in a few days will calm him down some in the appetite department. I wanted to get the female spayed, but she is younger and I think I have a bit of time before she goes into her first heat. I’m hoping so, because they continue to dock my hours at work and take most of the schedule upon themselves.

The blog has been upgraded finally- this is just a test post

Nothing seems important right now to blog about. Not the sudden death of Lily, or Mike’s test results or even how I feel. My thoughts, prayers and energies are focused on the chaos in Egypt where a friend is involved in the not so simple act of survival. She is in downtown Cairo, has a bird’s eye view of the evil below her. Another? friend has made touch with her and is blogging about the conversation the two share. Here is the link

http://www.redroom.com/blog/amy-d-shojai/help-egypts-animals

A fellow rescuer called me yesterday and while we were talking, I told her about Mamasan and asked her if she wanted another kitty, a pregnant one at that. She was up for the offer, so I took off for her house.

Although we have only talked on the phone a few times and she had been over to my house several times to pick up supplies and stray cats, I had never been to her place. What a great place she has for kitties. She is so far off the road, sitting on ten acres and her home (like mine) is completely set up for Kitty Domination! LOL

Her cats are beautiful, happy and healthy and my mind was put to rest because I had sent some of my resident kitties with her to a home I wasn’t allowed to go to. The owner is quite private, and I was so nervous that I had made a mistake. I have never just up and adopted out cats to homes I don’t inspect beforehand. But she was insistent and so I relented and let Charlie, Everest, Riley and Cole go off on their adoption alone.

It became a bit of struggle to put Mamasan into another carrier, and next to the place where Mamasan would now live- was another calico. I was asking about this sweet girl (as growls of anger and fear from Mamasan were filling the air!) and I was told this one calico was a special needs kitty. Much like our Guinevere, this kitty also crab-crawled across the floor, unable to walk. So before I left- I loaded up this calico with me and she is now here.

I have her set up upstairs and although she is nervous and a bit terrified, she trembles so much, she seems to love to be held. There is something neurological going on with this 2 year old and her walk is more of a run and wobble. She stays low to the ground and rocks back and forth and shakes as she walks. It breaks my heart. I don’t know if she is a CH kitty or a victim of abuse, very little is known about her history.

She will go to the vet tomorrow. I had her in one of the large dog cages but she freaked out- so rather than add more stressors to her, I put her upstairs in her own room. So far she isn’t eating (which is pretty normal for newcomers).
It will be interesting what the vet is going to say about this kitty. I will let you know how it goes.

Tomorrow is going to be a busy one. I have to have Mike at the hospital by 7:00 a.m. His procedures will be about 3 hours long. Then I have to meet with a friend of mine and help her figure out why her male kitty is suddenly fireman of the year and hosing down her walls. She has taken him to several vets and he has had all the necessary tests to rule out UTI. He is also her only cat.

Then I rush home and gather up Bayer (the new black kitty) and No name kitty and take them to the vet.

Came home from town and pulled in to park. I noticed a black kitty on the garage floor running around, and I thought “Scrud..Mike must have let it out when he let the dog out.” I get out of the car carefully and it darts under the truck. So I snap my fingers and give my kitty call praying it will respond (because sometimes they don’t) and he darts out. I scruff him, because I don’t want to get scratched and the black kitties don’t come outside.

I carry him to the back of the house and deposit him on the back porch. He immediately launches himself on poor Brook who has come to say hello to me. He is growling and jumping at her, and I am thinking “What in the world?” All my cats love this dog. Then the other cats come running and this sets the cat off even further!

I grab a towel off the washer and drop it over the kitty. I lift it up and look it over to see if it got hurt or injured. That’s when I notice, this is a TOM! I don’t have black kitties that are?Toms. Also his fur is all wrong. Of the black plague I have left- I have two long-haired kitties and 2 short haired kitties. This guy’s hair is medium with a curl in it.

Dang it! He’s not even mine! He is the same size as the van kitties, looks to be the same age. I grab a carrier and plop him in.

He is now inside the Intro Cage in the enclosure and he devoured a whole can of canned food and attacked a big bowl of dry. I tried to get the bowl away from him because I know he is going to be sick later, but he growled at me.

He is owned by someone, or he was because he is perfectly fine with me as long as I am not messing with his food bowl. When I shared this with Mike he laughed and said- “At least it’s not a pregnant female!”

Apparently, WP has a new upgraded version I need to use in order to blog. But, my blog is quite lengthy so in order to upgrade, I either have to shell out some monies to my host server for more data space- or slim down my blog. My monies are committed to my kitties so sometime in the next few days or weeks, I will be deleting portions of this blog.

It’s been a bit frustrating for myself and my new webmaster to figure out why this upgrade isn’t as easy as the instructions say it is- but finally figured it out and so posts (and comments) will be disappearing soon.

I still won’t be putting ads on here. The purpose of this blog is to help other cat lovers, not to scatter ads all over the pages to distract the surfers who stop by.

So if there is any part of this blog that you find really useful- you might just want to copy and paste it for your own personal use because it might not be here in a week’s time.

For now, I have Mamasan upstairs ready to blow any day- the two kittens Puzzle and Riddle going in for a neuter and hubby entering the hospital soon for some procedures-so the deletions will be slow going.

Just when I thought it was safe to go shopping (for pet food) I find out the opposite is true.

Yesterday, while I was in Albany at Target, I came out of the store and was loading bags of food into my trunk. As I was getting into my car, I heard this really loud meow. Startled, the first thing I did was check my car to see if any of the barn cats had hopped in going for a joy ride. Nope- just Brook in the back seat drooling away.

Once more, I heard this meow and it was close. The parking lot was full of cars and I looked around to see if someone had locked a kitty in a car and it was in distress. Nope??I listened really hard and did my kitty call and underneath my car now, I heard it again, more persistent- MEOW!!!

Kneeling down, I see this beautiful calico girl huddling underneath my car. I should have turned my cat magnet off before I left the house. I bribed her out with food, and she was starving (and pregnant) of course! Sigh??.. I got her into one of my cat carriers and ran her over to my vet whose clinic is nearby. He informs me she is ready to pop any day- GREAT!

So she is upstairs hissing her fool head off at me right now, but she will allow me to touch her. I know she is just protecting herself and her soon-to-be kittens. And I just adopted out 7 cats to various homes too!

Mike just laughed when I got home with the cat. I just hope she throws kittens of color as they are so much easier to place in homes. With my luck though, she will probably produce pure black kittens! LOL

I am calling her Mamasan. In certain ways she reminds me of a childhood cat we called Princess.