San Francisco area based non-profit, holistic cat rescue and care specializing in holistic care and raw food diet. We take in cats in need....do rehab, physical and emotional, provide adoption services to find new homes for them, provide a safe place for pregnant homelses cats to raise their babies, and do hospice care.
I may have alienated a caller this morning. She asked me for help with an injured cat she had been watching. Feeding? I hope so. She said that her dad could not take the cat as he already had three, she could not, etc. I get calls like this every day.
I suggested that she herself might be the cat's best hope...
The general idea folks have is so faulty, limited, skewed, and flat out ass-backwards that it drive me nuts. There IS no one you can just call and bingo! A great home is found, a good shelter is available (virtually every shelter houses them, each alone, in metal cages...usually with desperately barking dogs, in rooms with no sunlight...), loving arms are waiting. NOT SO.
There is not a single shelter I would want to see a cat go to...including mine. Mine has too many, even though it is in a home, no cages, good food, in-out access after integration with the household, etc.
I think it's a mix of ignorance, wishful thinking, and failure to consider personal responsibility at work here. Folks just don't know...homeless or stray cats are more invisible than dogs, so how could folks know how many are out there?
I think people would reconsider breeding if they knew how many need homes. And there is no reason to "preserve the breed". The breeds are un-natural. Many did evolve, and were bred with others similar (inbreeding). Others were bred to have features useful to humans (short legs, etc.) I'm getting into dogs here, but of cats are bred too, for perverse and commercial reasons...designer or status animals. Fie.
The point here is that we all need to pitch in and help the homeless among us! Please. We cat ladies need you! With love,
And Yes, it IS true that we have the cutest kittens on the planet! You've heard right! Come meet them, and adopt! We are at 6073 Felix Ave., Richmond, 94805. They will go in pairs, one with mama, for lots of great reasons...(easier on you for one thing) and you'll get a 'starter kit' to take home wih your little treasures!! Email us: firstname.lastname@example.org, or phone: 510-237-1190. We have thirteen!! Don't wait!!
It's been awhile, and Theo wants to thank all of you for suppoting him. He was neutered yesterday...big day for him...haha. Bless his heart. I had my dear Doctor Han do surgery, as I knew that he would use as little sedation as possible. He used just one-third the usual amount of ketamine. We had put the surgery off, as , with his neurological damage, the risk was greater than usual. But he came through with flying colors, and was home as if nothing had happened. What prompted me to go ahead was, during his visit to the chiropractor (A+ for Theo there) he became interested,very interested, in Gloria. She also has neuro damage, and we had not had her spayed for that reason. She had just come out of heat (NO chance of her getting pregnant, for various reasons) and may have had lingering attraction. But Theo was after her persistently...bless him. I felt that he might be moved to roam if not neutered, and there were other risks to him...so..it's done!
My rescue has the word "rescue" in it, so I'm usually the first one showing up in a search...mixed blessing haha. So the call came in...and my response must have sounded like the limo driver in the Dave Chapelle Baby on the Corner routine: Hmmm, uh, huh, um hmmm...WHAT! WHAT?? Hold on, I'll be right there! Actually, the young man brought the kittens to me, three very much alive and two not. With super-loud music playing...sweet and clueless. Poor things, all. The caller had moved a car, and when she started to tow it, a cat jumped out. When she got the car home, she found the kittens in it. So the agony: how to find the mother and re-unite the family. Her milk could get impacted, infected, and kill her, worst case. The emotional damage...well, just consider. How could she ever find her babies? How awful. Now the good part. The babies were within a day or so the same age as the mother I had!! What are the odds!? I immediately put the babies in with Mother Marcella and her fat five...in the photo above. She was not fazed. They started to scramble for nipples...WOW!!! But I didn't know how long the new three had been without food, so I weighed them, got the right amount of KMR (kitten milk replacer) into them via tube (accurate and fast) one by one, and put them back.
Two new angels
The caller has been looking for the mother in the place the car had been sitting...and has not seen her. A great trapper will be there today, and the family with the car will keep looking. Say a prayer!
Archie! Gorgeous, you can see...brave and long-suffering not as obvious. He was a neglected, starving "pet" belonging to someone at the apartment complex where I feed and do TNR (trap neuter return). A friend there took him in. A young couple then adopted him...but after they were evicted (they struggled so hard...) they bought an RV and took off. I asked to keep Archie till they got stabalized, but they said no. Yes, he escaped from the RV, but then a series of miracles brought him back to me. He got loose near a colony, near my home. He found his way to that colony! The caretaker had a scanner! The chip worked; I was notified that he'd been found! He walked all the way from across the street into the drop trap (no longer willing to be handled) He was injured, we'd known that, but only when we got him home did we see how badly. The ignorant folks had put a collar on him, not even a collar, let along a safety collar, but a cord with metal bits.
He had, of course, tried to get it off, and had gotten it under his arm. How many weeks or months had it been digging into his armpit is anyone's guess. He underwent two unsuccessful surgeries; that area is too delicate and hard to immobilize. He had lots of other therapies, including the hyperbaric oxygen chamber of Dr. Gary Richtenr, all to no avail. I have hopes that it will eventually heal completely, but it's been two years now. Getting better, I can say that. He's a trouper...they all are. We love our Archie!! Send him some love!
It's been an intense few months...coming up for air... two new ones in bad shape, and, major miracle: new advisor! She was recommended by a nutritionist friend of mine, and fills in gaps in my knowledge...and how! Truly an angel. She came at a time when one new rescue had stumped the experts. Little Georgio had what turned out to be toxoplasmosis, which had affected his nervous system, among other things. When he came to us, he could walk, tho was wobbly, then he got worse...and was so hypersensitive! Shaking all over, absolutely FREAKING over anything at all...in a bad, bad state! Biting whenever possible. All I knew for sure was that he had been fed nothing but sporadic table scraps. Bad nutrition can cause a world of problems... Poor dear baby! His mouth was also terribly ulcerated, making it impossible for him to eat. This angel prescribed a mix of honey, Goatein (goat milk powder concentrate) and Italian parsley juice (for appetite). Also for his ulcers, aloe juice. Those babies are intractable, but....!!! Gone! In about ten days! I'm still kind of in shock...want to tell the world! She also did T-Touch on him, and acupressure. He came alive for the first time! Bless you angel! We finally got him to a neurologist, who was lovely! He recommended another (blood) test for toxo, and lo and behold it came back positive! So now we Finally had a diagnosis! WHEW! Georgio has been taking doxycycline, and is improving, but still not able to walk, and still incontinent. But he's EATING! It was, at first, a real, two-person fight to hold him still to syringe feed him. Got easier...I'd put a dish of soft food down in case, but due to head-bobbing and pain, he didn't eat...until he did! He still has some tremors, and small freakout incidents, but is much better. Has not purred yet... soon!!! I have a phone consultation with Dr. Reed tomorrow...see what else we can do and where to go from here. There are more miracles, but I'll do another post!
Perhaps the greatest blessing that comes from doing rescue work is being with mothers and their babies! the mothers are creative, wise, skillful, vigilant, loving, no-nonsense: just incredible. They coo and talk as at no other time...and nurse and educate the little ones for months. (I hate to see them separated too soon) They are young and old at the same time, playing with the babies with abandon, and putting teeth to the neck when attention is not being given...they give birth, and keep the nest clean for weeks...we love them...here are some of our brilliant mothers from over the years!
Marlie with her own and her fosters!
Tina and her babies!
Rose with her own and Louisa, her foster
Baby Hercules and his mother
Suzette with her six sweet babies
Mother Suzanne and her lovely babies!
Proud Mother Marlie
Feral Jenny putting up with domesticity for the sake of her babies...
If you know Dave Chappell's routine "Baby on the Corner", aka "3 am in the ghetto", you can imagine how I felt yesterday when I drove into the BART station and saw a young man standing on the corner, all alone, with a small kitten in his hands. "Something's WRONG here!!" Braked, put on my blinkers, got out, and went up to the young man. Teenager? Twenty? I thought he might have just plucked this little one from the parking lot. Turns out someone had 'given her' to him that day, and he had (!) brought her on BART from Hayward, (no carrier or even blanket) and was waiting for a friend to pick him up. Alarm bells galore! He was a sweet young man, calm and self-possessed, and most fortunately, receptive and willing to listen as I gently explained the many serious risks this kitten faced in her current situation. Most of you, dear readers, can easily imagine plenty of those, so I'll move on. (You might not know that there would be lots of fireworks that night, as it was July 6) To my great relief, he conceded that he didn't have a clue about caring for a kitten, and, after some thought, surrendered her to me!
And just as I was putting her into my car (in the carrier I always carry :-)) his friends arrived to pick him up. Night of partying? Gosh knows. But I do know that someone was watching out for little Carmella here; if I'd come by five minutes later, she'd have been gone. She's a powerhouse: must have called in some chips. Ball of fire, she is! AND! Next day, a woman brought a sweet little boy, found under the hood of a car, who is just her size, so now she has a friend! Life is good.