These are two of three, 4-day old kittens found in the tropics recently. When the rescuer emailed me, it didn’t sound good. No vets in the immediate area, the kittens were sickly and not taking the formula. I heard from Chloe this morning, and although the little girl didn’t make it, her brothers did! They are now 7 weeks old- and look how gloriously healthy they are!

I am exhausted but wanted to let you all know that I just returned from picking up Jordan. I am worried about her, all the ride home (2 hours) she laid in the carrier with the door open, not moving an inch. Her eyes were wide open staring at what, I have no idea. She didn’t flinch when I talked to her, called to her or touched her.

I received the call earlier tonight that it was time to go and get her. I wish I had followed my instinct and gotten her earlier. If she doesn’t snap out of it, we are going to the vet to see what is up with her. She is not the same cat I dropped off two months ago. Even moving her to my comfort station, she barely moved. I left her with a heated cat bed, food water and wrapped up the cage with blankets to keep things quiet for her. I hope she eats by morning.

Yesterday late, with all the activity going on in the yard, someone left the stall enclosure door opened. All five cats escaped! Thankfully, I was able to capture four by hand and one went into the new catio and I shut him in. Three more strays have been captured. They are at the vet’s being neutered. They are pitch black and pencil thin. They seem to get along together, so all three of them will go in our large cage inside the main enclosure. They look fairly young- will know later. I have to take Blake into the vet later this afternoon and will learn about the three new ones then.

And being enjoyed by all!

matilda and Blake enjoying the new pad

Hope they can appreciate the view

Two doors down from our home, there is the demolition of an old barn underway. I walked over and asked for some of the torn down materials so we could make one more catio for the cats in the stall enclosure. Here is the beginning of their catio. We still need to give them a skylight and a proper roof as well as a proper floor. The weather is not cooperating. The minute George cut the hole in the wall to let them have access to this catio; Blake, Matilda and Sawyer all came out in it. It’s small but functional-

You can see Matilda’s tail vanishing back into the barn

The catio is made of chicken wire and screened with pet proof screening. I don’t want the midnight visitors; coons, possums, skunks and foxes to get ahold of any of these cats.

“Gabby” for short and she is now living in a palatial home in Keizer. Boy she is a honey. She traveled the entire way to Keizer lying in the cat carrier with the door wide open. I found that when I shut the door, she started pacing and crying, but leaving it opened calmed her.

I saw my last rescue to that home and Jacks is HUGE and gorgeous. BUT he has claimed the men in the home and not the women, so he didn’t come to me. But I saw him in the window when I walked up and he is gorgeous! He was 5 weeks old when she adopted him.

Gabby with have Jacks for company along with Belle a polydactyl Himalayan. She is scoping out the competition in this photo. The only one I took before she dove for cover behind the china cabinet.

“Gabby”

This morning, I received an email from a former adopter of mine asking me if I had a Siamese or Siamese Mix available? I didn’t. Susie adopted Jacks, a little Siamese kitten several years ago and I was sad to learn that her older Siamese, Taz had succumbed to liver cancer. I told Susie about Jordan (just in case) but also told her that if one “crossed my path”(because it looked like Jordan is going to adapt after all) I would let her know.

I got off the computer and heard a shout from Mike that the trap was sprung. I went flying outside praying it was Merlin (it wasn’t) but look WHO was sitting in my trap-

I called my vet and took her right in. NOT pregnant YAY! Spay Scar (Yippee) No Chip- BOO. She is so friendly, oh my heavens, they were taking her blood and she was kneading and headbumping them! She was de-flead, de-wormed and when I got home, I contacted Susie to see if she wanted her. YES!!!! YAY! She goes to her new home ASAP. She is about two years old.

Here she is at the vet’s:

I love it when a plan comes together!

I just received the best phone call! The gentleman in Portland, the one whose relative has Jordan on my recommendation had gone out and gotten a Feliway diffuser. They plugged it into the room where Jordan eats (which is their living room). This morning, when Dorothy got up, Jordan came out of hiding and cuddled at her feet! The man is going back to PetCo today to get another diffuser and hopefully, by the time these diffusers work their magic, Jordan will understand there are no more predators in her home.

Thank you to all of you who shared your own personal stories about scaredy cats- and who took the time to pray for this beautiful girl in such a loving home. Let’s hope Jordan stays out and that trip to Portland will be put on hold indefinitely.

My desire to scoop up this neglected, almost hairless cat and cuddle her in my arms sits on the backburner at the moment. She is gaining strength by the minute. Her actions towards me show that she has not been socialized and earlier was so docile because she was so near gone. She is willing to prove this point with a lot of moxy and one shredded thumb now stands as her first victim.

Ordinarilly, in this neck of the woods, orange cats are males.. In the past, the orange females who arrive here have all had exceptional personalities. I do not believe she will be an exception. I just think she needs time.

The hair remaining on her body is matting up and last night, I took out my Zoom Groom to try and remove the mats. ZG are great! They don’t pull, there are no wires to scratch delicate skin and the rubber tips deliver a massage at the same time. Well, her reaction was swift and decisive- she wasn’t amused and I had yet another throbbing finger. LOL Gotta love em when they continue to fight despite the odds.

As I laid in bed last night, I could hear her meowing. Her cage is outside the bedroom door. Her meow resembled my stomach noises when I am hungry. She almost sounded like she was drowning in her pet fountain. When I checked on her, she was growling at me, so she was fine.

Her appetite is poor, she is drinking a lot of water and peeing a lot. I am now feeding her a combination of baby food and pure pumpkin. I suspect her tummy is full of matted fur and that could go very badly for all of us.

Another stray was captured yesterday. We called her Grace because she didn’t grace our presence very long. Her immune system was so depleted- they could see through her blood but she tested negative for the diseases. But she was done and she left quickly to go to the angels. My Daddy is getting a lot of feline company these days.

That is what I just asked his royal majesty when he leaped up into my lap the minute I sat down. Me thinks, Bentley is home. There was no hiding for this boy last night. Because he hadn’t gone missing very long, I just merged him in with the others and there was no fighting or posturing. He slept on my chest all night, becoming quite indignant when I wanted to change my sleeping position. Right now he is head-bumping the beejesus out of my hands as I type, as if to say:”How dare you NOT pay attention to me.”

He seems no worse for his experience, just intent on keeping me within his eyesight. Mike said last night when I went outside to feed, he meowed the entire time I was gone. I guess he loves me- LOL The feeling is mutual.

I haven’t gone out to feed yet. There is a chill in the air and I am not yet brave enough or awake enough to go and face 35 degrees- in April! Instead, I think I will curl up with a good book (just got Darlene Arden’s latest book) and I can’t wait to go through all the gorgeous pedigree cat photos as she shares her experience with these amazing cats with the world.

Goofy is my next project to socialize. He is coming out now when I go into the room and he is staying out unless I make eye contact accidentally and then it’s spit-hiss-hide.

I have a cat Jordan- she has been with her new adopted mom for 55 days now. Jordan came to us as a young kitten who was destined to be snake bait until I got there in the nick of time. She has siamese in her- but no color points. She was adopted out to a family not soon after arriving here, but they didn’t keep her very long as she doesn’t like other cats. I put her in foster care, she hid for about 9 days then came out and joined that family. I then adopted her out by the time she was 2 years old, to a really nice elderly woman in Portland.

Jordan has not come out of hiding since she was placed in the home. It is confusing because when I took her there, I had to bathe her before I could leave her. She’d urinated all over herself in the carrier. She was good with the bath, and although she was hiding a bit afterward, she did come out a few times to be admired, then she ducked back into hiding.

As I said, this has been a 55 day adoption and several times, I have been notified to come and pick this cat up, but at the last minute, a change of heart, another try with different measures being taken: feliway, soothing music, etc…

Now apparently, the only way Jordan is staying out is if this wonderful woman (who again is elderly) lies on the floor. Once she is completely prone, Jordan comes out and stays out! Now I applaud this woman for wanting Jordan so badly that she is trying all these things but my instinct is to just go and get her because something isn’t right. I don’t know if there is a trigger nearby; a scent, a sound, or something that drives this cat into hiding? I know I can’t expect this elderly woman to have a life that only takes place while she is lying on the floor. I can’t imagine my mother even doing something like that, so I know this woman loves this cat.

If anyone has any ideas- please post them here. I know the gentleman who first contacted me about a cat for this woman frequents my blog so he will see the ideas and perhaps one will click?

I’ve only had in the past one cat who hid from his adopted family for three months. Then one night, Rocky came out and stayed out and is living the high life on 10 acres in Scio. But with Jordan to have hid this long is quite puzzling. She only comes out to eat at night and is using the litter pan, drinking water etc.. This poor lady who has all this love to give Jordan is being robbed of a beautiful companion who instead of seeking out laps finds instead, dark holes and closets to hide in.

Here is jordan at the last foster home: