This weekend Mr Tabby, aka Boots, who was trapped ten days ago, and had paws that were red and raw, went back to the THS for a recheck and hooray, thanks to Joanne's care, he was all healed so out we went.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
|BB looking in our back door|
OK, I hate the new blogger format so excuse me if it doesn't look the way I want it. Last week, a little black cat showed up at our back door so of course we fed it. I swear there must be some kind of stray cat underground that tells them to come to our house. The poor little cat was ravenous. She came back the next few nights and on the third night let me pat her. It was if a switch went off and after that she refused to leave the deck, much to the frustration of our outdoor cat, Charlie. What to do? We really have too many cats although I desperately wanted to keep her she was so friendly but clearly a stray. After all, I'm supposed to be a cat rescuer, not a cat hoarder. I recently met a neighbour who was looking for help with another (not friendly) stray. I asked her if she would temporarily take BB in and miraculously she said yes, I am constantly amazed at the kindness of animal lovers. BB was overjoyed to be inside and was immediately friendly. I took her to the vet today and she has just been spayed, and it was apparent she had previously had kittens. We will never know BB's story but it has a happy ending. Monique is going to keep her! Lucky BB.
|We named her BB because of her bottle brush tail.|
|BB inside out of the cold|
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Yesterday reminded me of the days when I used to work in film. I got up at 5:30 a.m. and with the welcome company of Joanne we arrived at the Weston and Rogers Road colony at 7 a.m. As soon as we set the traps the cats scattered. So frustrating. We spent two hours waiting with no luck and no sign of the remaining kitten(s). There are still at least four females there to spay, but what can you do, except keep trying. Since I had the spots, later that afternoon, after working most of the day, I went down to a nearby colony where the caretaker told me he had some new cats so I thought why not trap.
Well, the first cat I caught within about 10 minutes was our very own Semi-Socks. Guess he's not really ours, but theirs. No wonder I only see him every few weeks. I hate that he is crossing a busy road. He was certainly happy to be released.Another 10 minutes later I caught another of John's newcomers, a brown tabby who was limping. We rushed off to the THS clinic. I returned at 9 p.m. to find that they had had a busy evening so about an hour later Tabby went into surgery. The vets called me in to show me why he was limping, his back paws were totally red and raw. Poor thing. They cleaned him up and gave him an antibiotic shot. We'll recover him for 10 days and hope that he heals up. It was 11:30 p.m. before I finally got home, and after scooping litter boxes midnight before my head hit the pillow. That's when I thought why do I do this, but then Connie sent me a cute video of the kittens (one of whom has already found a home) and I remind myself that's why.
Monday, April 16, 2012
How do you know when you've crossed the line and become a crazy cat rescuer? When you buy your own drop trap and get your own bucket of bricks to keep it weighted down. Well, here I am, with my very own Tomahawk drop trap and proud of it.
Maybe I will use it on Morris, the only cat from our colony that I still have not trapped. Luckily, you can tell from his jowls that he's a tom cat and since there aren't any unspayed females at Cherry Street it doesn't have to be the top of my long list (I still have lots to do at the west end colony but good news the orange and white kitten has found a home).
MC was enjoying the balmy if a bit damp weather yesterday.
I am now very well equipped, two really good TruCatch live traps, a drop trap and a transfer cage. I feel like a true trapping pro now, just wish the job paid instead of costing me money.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
This time of year is really perfect for feeding the ferals. It's not too cold but not hot enough for flies and wasps. The canned food doesn't freeze nor does it spoil if it sits for a bit. It's pleasant being outside, and too soon for the garbage to smell.
Tina is such a sweetie, and really doesn't like to wait for her food.The dumpster kitties are all buddies, and I love seeing them all hanging out together.
This guy showed up on Saturday, have never seen him before and chances are, I will never see him again. It's frustrating when new cats show up and then are never seen again, there's lots of food for everyone.
He really has that classic outdoor tom look with his chewed up ears. Bet he has some stories to tell.
Monday, April 9, 2012
Last Wednesday I returned to the west end for more trapping. After a frustrating hour we only managed to trap one male. To top it off, my heart sank when I saw kittens in the shed. I knew we needed to get them out so I assembled my fantastic kitten rescue team.Joanne and I headed back on Saturday and the little tabby was just hanging out in the shed and I managed to just grab him. The orange and white guy was more elusive but the smell of Fancy Feast lured him out and boom, another one into the carrier. I caught sight of another tabby but by that time the cats were all spooked and we called it a day, happy that two little lives had been saved. Connie is fostering these cuties and they will be ready for homes in a few weeks.
I still have lots of work to do at that colony and it has certainly become more challenging and time consuming than I anticipated, but it's worth it knowing that at least these two won't have to live like that.