Who we are

Cherry Street Cats is me (Robin), my husband Steve, Sandi, Michelle, Verena, Vinyse, Derek, Kent, and Connie, a group of dedicated cat lovers who care for a colony of feral cats in the east end of Toronto. I also have a great rescue team of Lesley, Joanne, and Susan. Together we do our best to make the lives better for feral and homeless cats and kittens. 500+ cats helped in five years +!

Thursday, June 18, 2015

From the cradle to the grave

I don't even know where to start, from Monday morning to now it's been a blur.  I'll begin with a happy update from the family of Scout, formerly Private Peabody, one of the kittens born in the trap at the end of March.  Now almost three months old she is clearly very happy in her home.  Vay and Susan fell in love with her the moment they saw her photo just after she was born.
Monday morning Lesley and I were in Scarborough for a mass trapping.  It would have made a great episode of Cat Trappers.  Fueled by a Timmy's iced coffee, we set up multiple traps including the drop trap.  Within two hours we caught one female, three males and one kitten, not a bad morning's work.  I still need to get the three remaining kittens.

Tuesday evening brought a panicked call from Carol, she discovered five abandoned kittens.  They were only about two weeks old.  She bottle fed them throughout the night and then I took them to THS in the morning, returning in the afternoon with our tabby litter.  We thought it was just a vetting but they were big enough so off to adoptions they go.
Five two week old tabbies
 In the midst of all this I dealt with a sick feral.  Mabel was living in the shop of an building just down the street from the colony, we feed there on weekends.  She hasn't been looking well lately, and she was sick enough that they managed to get her in a carrier, never a good sign.  The vet called to say she was in very rough shape and looked like liver failure so sadly the only thing to do was to let her cross the Rainbow Bridge.  That's two lost from that location in recent months.  Sigh...RIP Mabel. All the men working there will miss her, she sat outside their office door every morning waiting for breakfast.
Mabel in better days

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