Last fall, someone moved out of their very nice house up off Scravel Hill, leaving a whole lot of unfixed cats behind. It is very possible that Spirit, Ghosty and Angel, were not dumped at the cemetery, but rather came from that house, which isn't far above it.
The new owners are big animal lovers who immediately took in many of the kittens, got them healthy and have been finding them homes. There were a few they could not catch, so I set traps last night and we caught two of those. One of them is white and young, the other a big black tux male.
When transferring the white cat to a different trap this morning, outside the vet clinic, because the cat had pooped in the trap overnight, the cat indicated to me he wanted petted. So I gave him what he wanted and he acted like he was desperate then, for love. They didn't know he was tame. It's so sad the way people treat animals.
That last owner was described by other neighbors as "a cat lover". Nobody loves cats who doesn't get them fixed, let's them breed like that, then leaves them behind. That's not a cat lover.
These new owners of the house, they're real animal lovers. Real animal lovers are responsible and get their cats and dogs fixed.
I am hoping the new owners will agree to take this white kitty inside, like they have the others, get him healthy and find him a home.
I heard from Candy's new owners. She's doing great and exceedingly happy, already sleeping with them and laying across their laps when they're on the couch. I am so thrilled to have found at least one cat a great home.
I've been feeling like a loser lately, unable to find homes for these cats I've rescued. Finding a home for Candy, a good home, made me feel great. They're out there, now, I know, the good homes. I just have to find them.
I'm going to make a computer room, just a tiny little enclosed space around my computer desk, with about the only thing I know how to use----cedar fence boards. I'll even make a fence type gate. On the top, a solid board. It shouldn't be too hard to do.
I'm going to try to contact the barn home lady again. I am hoping her cell just wasn't charged or something. Keep your fingers crossed. I also pulled the muscle that's been troubling me, in my back but attached somehow to my right arm, again. I injured it shortly after injuring my left clavicle muscle, probably when favoring that side, because this problem muscle is on the other side. It's been a little painful around here lately. I need to let these muscles heal, then get in shape.
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You see much of the worst in people. That's what got to me about my work with the humane society.
ReplyDeleteSo you worked at Heartland? That had to have been hard. I could never ever do that. I tried once, long ago, and the dogs I had walked would be gone the next time I came and after the first few times when I was told they had been put down, I didn't ask anymore. I cried every night after leaving and I feel working to control the population, to reduce numbers, to keep cats out of shelters and away from the euthanasia needle is far more positive and productive.
ReplyDeleteI volunteered for a shelter in Mississippi. All the other volunteers were women who declared themselves unable to kill dogs so the job fell to me.
ReplyDeleteI know nothing of Heartland. Is it in Albany? I'm in Eugene.
Oh, you're a Eugenian! I thought, for some reason, you were in Corvallis. Do you like Eugene, Snowbrush? I've trapped a lot of cats in Eugene. It's kind of over run. Springfield is much worse.
ReplyDeleteI always thought in such activist towns, people would be going door to door, to round up and fix cats. But it's the same everywhere. Activists like to protest more than actually do something to make things better, I think. It is hard work, to change things.
I'm okay with Eugene except for the short winter days and the drizzle. I had just as soon live further south in a drier place, but my wife works at the hospital here where she has good benefits and seniority.
ReplyDelete"I always thought in such activist towns, people would be going door to door, to round up and fix cats."
I suppose they're more interested in wild animals and in protesting the wars in Iraq and Israel. And, as I'm sure you know, a lot of people don't think we should do anything for animals until every person on the whole globe has been taken care of.
Even the animal rights types I think would rather protest than do much of anything. I also have begun to think those who think people should be helped, think people far away should be helped, to avoid facing the very obvious difficulties in helping local people. Face to face, delving in, much harder. I am of the opinion people like to make a loud noise, and demand others do the dirty work, for most everything.
ReplyDeletehave you noticed its even easier for our government to send money to other countries in crisis from tsunamis and whatevers than to respond when our own country needs money and people....i.e., katrina...
ReplyDeleteI have never given money to anything overseas - not that i don't feel for them, i do, but i feel most for what i see every day...homeless people in my city, state, country...homeless cats and kittens...injured ones - i'd rather give to our franky fund and help a local animal - cat or kitten - get the medical care it deserves than give away money overseas...i only have so much to give as it is, and sometimes i stretch myself a little thin, but it always works out in the end. I feel most for cats and kids because they are such innocents - having no control over what is done to them or for them...