Wednesday, January 27, 2010

Heroes: Dave and Bonnie

Dave and Bonnie noticed this screen saver on the office computer when they visited a business associate last Friday:

They asked their associate about her cats and she explained  they were both adopted from two different local shelters.  She also shared that black cats and dogs are the last to be adopted from shelters - and the first to be euthanized.  Dave and Bonnie were shocked:  they've always had black cats.  (And the occasional gray.)  They said they really should adopt another cat, since they'd lost theirs some time ago.  They left the office shaking their heads, unable to figure out why black cats and dogs were so unpopular.

Remember, this was Friday.  Guess what Dave and Bonnie did in Saturday?

Yup, you guessed it.  (The fact that they're heroes gave it away, eh?)

After searching websites for the local animal shelters, Dave and Bonnie picked out not one black cat, but TWO BLACK CATS at the local Humane Society.

Tilly is a mature girl - and she'd been at the shelter longer than any ther cat!  Wyoming is a little younger but, because she's black, hadn't been getting much attention when prospective heroes visited her.  Dave told me that one of the cats (I think it was Tilly, but I'm not sure) went right over to his wife when Bonnie entered her "room" and just loved the pets and hugs - something she hadn't always welcomed from other people. about that?  Let's give Dave and Bonnie a big round of applause!

(PS.  Let's also hope they send us some pictures - I visited the Humane Society website and their girls' pictures are already gone.  Which is excellent - because they freed up space for two more kitties.)

Thursday, January 14, 2010

Why I Love Tomcats

This is Max.  We should have renamed him Gumby when we adopted him from the animal shelter.

Like most neutered tomcats, he's got the sweetest disposition.  With people.  And dogs.  And now, with Grace, the newest member of the family.

After a few weeks, he tried the Alpha routine on her.  You know, chasing her around and jumping on top of her because he could:  he's three times her size, 15 pounds to her 5 pounds.

Well, Stephen and I put a stop to that.  Yes, you can make your kitties listen.  All you need is a squirt bottle.  In fact, Max hates the squirt bottle so much, that all we have to do is point a finger at him (he thinks it's a distant cousin to the nozzle on the squirt bottle) and he hightails it the other way.

Grace is eternally grateful for the squirt bottle.  Now she doesn't have to get in those tussles that mess up her lovely, long locks.  And Max hangs out with her just as nicely as he does with his human and canine family members.  Oh, domestic bliss!

Wednesday, January 13, 2010

Pam's Cats: Polka Dot, Moonbeam, and Lollipop

I named them Polka Dot, Moonbeam and Lollipop. The names fit them from the very beginning, even though I could barely see them through the towel covered traps. They made no sound, no protest that morning as I loaded them up in my truck to take them to a new life; a life with food, shelter and if they wanted, human companionship. I had no information yet as to how old they were or if they were truly feral, or just lost or abandoned cats. All I knew was that they had been rescued from a hoarder by the Friends of Ferals of Fort Collins, Colorado who had discovered them and I was taking them to my barn. They could not go back to the cruel conditions they had been in. The day before they had had their surgeries, shots, and ears clipped to show they had been spayed or neutered as well as medications if needed. They had spent the night in recovery. They were terrified and probably in pain.

Even though I had recently volunteered for the Fort Collins Cat Rescue to help at the shelter with the intent to get involved later with the TNR program, this was an emergency. There were more than 20 cats and kittens that could not go back.

I had not had time to get a place ready for them and they would have to stay in their traps until I could release them into the small storage room in the barn where they would initially need to go. But I reminded myself as I contemplated the task that whatever I could do was much better than where they had come from. That room had morphed into a temporary storage for my daughters stuff, including an easy chair and footstool that had mostly been shredded by her two dogs, antifreeze, and all kinds of boxes labeled with kitchen, toys and misc., tossed into the small room every which way. It looked as if nothing else could fit inside. I knew I had to clear the piles enough to remove the anti-freeze and gasoline and make sure there was no poison.

When I unloaded the three traps from the truck and brought them into the barn I felt like a new mom without a clue about what to do to help these scared creatures. By that time the traps were smelly with old food, no litter and dirty rags and I wanted to get the cats out. But I didn’t know how aggressive they might be or if they would try to scratch me or run. So I sat on the arm of the old chair and watched them for a while. No, they were frozen in their places. They had not moved.

So I opened the doors to the traps and removed the towels that had given them a little comfort. It looked like two of them could have been siblings. Polka Dot is a long haired black and white “Sylvester” kitty with a white apron and three white dots on her black nose. She somehow escaped getting her ear clipped. Moonbeam was black and white also, but with short fur and a stocky build and he did have a clipped ear. I figured out later that he was a male. He also had a weird looking eye. It was almost like there was nothing there. I could see that it was not swollen or leaking and he did seem to be blinking. This would go on top of the list of things to ask the vet about. And Lollipop was a Calico with a lot of white and large round ‘lollipop’ black or brown patches. Her ear was clipped and still had blood on it. She looked pretty banged up. She sat with her front feet curled under her. She had not moved from that position but watched every move I made. So with a couple of dishes of water, some canned food along with a dish of dry food I left them to hide and explore the still crowded room. There were lots of places to hide, they had food and water and each other and they were safe. It was a start.

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Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Update on Grace

Grace is fitting right in with the gang at our house. As you can see, she and Max have become buddies--except when he decides to be Alpha and chase her around.  But she doesn't mind, she knows how guys are...
She's still a bit wary of Charlotte--more because of Charlotte's size and the fact that she sounds like an elephant when she runds around the house.  Grace's favorite place to sleep is now on one of the upholstered chairs at the island in the kitchen--instead of beneath the couch.  We are definitely making progress!

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Adventures of Madeline - Naja

Naja, around 13 years old and pictured at left - and also in the lower left of the picture below with her buddies Buster and Tempe, was picked up by Madeline at a Seve Eleven in North Bend, WA.  Naja was begging for hot dogs. The Seven Eleven owner was going to send her to shelter in the morning--it was raining, dark, and cold.  Madeline couldn't have that...

Along with her buddy, Buster, Naja causes mischief in Madeline's first novel, Uncle Si's Secret.  To visit Madeline's website or to read an excerpt from Uncle Si's Secret, click here

Maybe the book will solve the mystery about whether Naja ever got her hot dogs...

(P.S.  Do you notice that two of Madeline's pound-puppies are black?  See?  Visual proof of what I've been saying about black dogs being unwanted.  I don't get it.  I think they're adorable. Not that Tempe isn't...)