Work is the cure

There's been a lot written recently about depression especially after Robin William's death.  I've suffered from depression and anxiety myself in various degrees throughout my life, as many people do, I did lots of talk therapy and it did help quite a bit.  But I have to say that for me I've found that having a purpose really helps.  The last five years, taking care of feral cats, and doing cat rescue, has its own challenges, but every day I can feel satisfied that I made a difference.  I keep busy, I work hard, for the sake of the animals, and it keeps me from spending too much time inside my own mind.  I'm turning 50 this year, no time to look back, only forward.  500+ cats helped and more to go.

In addition to Cherry Street, I also feed at Gloria's old colony once or twice a week and once a week I feed at the DD colony.  It's really just three cats, Byron, Bowie and Murphy.  We feed them on private property and kind of have permission although they keep throwing out our bowls.  Still the cats show up and eat.  They have become friendlier over time, it's these semi-ferals that are the saddest I find, not quite adoptable but not quite feral....

Bryon, Bowie and Murphy

Off to take nine kittens to the THS on their way from being born outside to ending up in loving homes, then off on our rounds of feeding.