It’s been a week of stories about fosters.Today is no different.Yesterday I told you about little Starlight – a comatose kitten who is now making a complete recovery.Today, a story about two little kittens, even younger than Starlight, who were brought to the shelter starving and sick.When Older Daughter examined them, she discovered that their mouths were full of ulcers – Calicivirus.The white one’s eyes were sealed completely shut, and one eye could not even be bathed open.Both were emaciated.After working briefly to unseal the white kitten’s eyes, she tried them on the tiniest bit of canned kitten food.These kittens had a lot of problems, but at least they were alert.When the canned food went down in front of them, the two turned into the tiniest tigers on the planet.They grabbed at the food with their tiny little teeth and tiny little claws.And they growled and growled and growled.If it hadn’t been so sad, it would have been just darn cute.
They came in on Monday. Older Daughter was working.It was the day I lost Bosco. Luckily, the shelter was out of supplies.I could cram an extra activity into my afternoon; the busier the better while I was trying not to think about Bosco not coming back.Younger Daughter and I went for supplies – dog food, cat food, and kitty litter.When we got to the shelter to deliver the supplies, Older Daughter showed us the two little bitties.She was worried about having them at the shelter.They could go into a quarantine cubicle, but because of the level of starvation, they needed to be fed very small amounts about every three hours. They also needed their antibiotic twice a day, twelve hours apart.That couldn’t happen at the shelter because no one would be there after 5pm.So they came home with me.They are doing better and better, but so far EVERY meal has been a Growl Fest.If only you could watch and hear.Now that I know they are more than likely going to recover, it truly is “just darn cute.”They take these mini-meals VERY seriously!
Two little growling grizzly bears
Now I wouldn’t be me if I ended my blog week without a word about the cats and kittens here at Winnie’s Wish.As we go into this last weekend in June, let me remind you – June is Adopt-A-Cat Month.Monday is the last day of June.Since kittens are the story of the day, let me post some new pictures of the adoptable kittens here at Winnie’s Wish.The three older ones are still untouchable.You might remember that their mother was one of the most feral cats I’ve ever had spayed.Feral kittens are taught by moms about humans.With a mom like her, it might take a VERY long time to tame this group.
window with a view
Got my eye on you
The three younger ones are SO READY for homes of their own.Completely tame, friendly, playful, and healthy.They already have distinct personalities, too.Dreamsicle stares.His nickname is Dreamy and it fits.He is a watcher.He joins the play plenty often, but sometimes he just cozies up next to me and watches Pumpkin Pie and Sugar Cookie play.Sugar Cookie LOVES to play.She is kitten through and through.Punkin is already a lover.He plays, he eats, he drinks, and then he comes and crawls into my lap.He pushes his little head under my hand so that I will pet him.These are three WONDERFUL kittens.Please spread the word, Friends.I still want to get these three into homes while they are still babies.
Dreamsicle, aka Dreamy
Oh, and I’d like to find wonderful homes for ALL of the Winnie’s Wish adoptables by Monday if you don’t mind please . . .(large smile).Just scroll down the sidebar and take a peek at who is looking and ready for a forever home.
Before I start today’s story, let me thank you for your kind words about Bosco.You guys never fail me – your kindness and compassion help so much.
The shelter where my daughters work is completely FULL of cats.This is true for most shelters at this time of year.(It is certainly true for Winnie’s Wish!)It is heartbreaking to have to turn away cats and kittens, but when there is no more room, there is no more room.However, the shelter doesn’t turn away an animal who is in danger of dying if turned away.Last Wednesday, just such an animal showed up. Someone came in with a kitten.This person discovered the kitten under her porch, virtually lifeless.She brought it to the shelter because she didn’t know what else to do.Both of my daughters were there when the kitten came in.Later that day, Younger Daughter mentioned to me that a kitten had come in who wasn’t going to make it.She said her sister, Older Daughter, was doing everything she could – warming the body, giving fluids, trying drops of sugar water on the gums.But the kitten was comatose.There was no reaction.The only way you could tell the kitten was even alive was because of some slow shallow breathing.And even the breathing was bad – raspy and rough.Both eyes were sealed shut.At least this kitten wouldn’t leave this world just lying under a porch somewhere without anyone even knowing it was there.It was being touched, held, loved as it made its transition out of that unbearably thin little body.
Late that night, I texted Older Daughter to see if the kitten had been able to move on without struggle.Older Daughter surprised me by saying that it (a girl) was still alive.She had even lifted her head a couple of times.We all knew that this didn’t really mean anything.We’ve seen it happen time and again; kittens are SO fragile.We’ve learned that they will often rally and then make a final terminal turn.Older Daughter would get up in the night and continue the sugar water.If there should be any improvement, she would begin to force-feed.
The next morning, Starlight was still alive.She made some initial progress and then went back downhill. Thursday afternoon and evening was an up-and-down period of time. But by Friday morning, Starlight seemed to have stabilized.Older Daughter dropped her off at my house on her way to work.I fed the skinny little thing every three hours, and every feeding was well received.Antibiotic twice a day.She is progressing nicely now.
If the person who brought the kitten in had not done so right when she did, Starlight would not be here today.She had zero time left.And if Older Daughter hadn’t stayed with it, hour by hour, for two days and nights, Starlight wouldn’t be with us.But Starlight IS here and her little light is shining brightly now.She’s one of the lucky ones.
The story for today was supposed to be about a foster kitten I took in last week.But I need to shift gears.I’ve had a foster dog here for several days, and yesterday I lost him.It was not entirely unexpected.Or rather – I was pretty sure it was coming, just not quite this soon.I tell this story because Bosco deserves to be memorialized.
Bosco was a dog at the shelter where my daughters work.A couple of weeks ago, they noticed that Bosco looked like he might be losing weight.They started watching to see if the other dogs in his enclosure were keeping him from eating.That didn’t appear to be the case, but they wanted to be sure.They asked if he could come and stay in my kennel for a couple of days to see if being in a less chaotic environment might help.Maybe there had been a tussle between Bosco and another dog, and Bosco was intimidated or stressed.However, being in a kennel run here didn’t help at all.Not only was Bosco still not eating, he was rapidly losing weight.
The next days were tough.I won't go back through the details; that doesn’t really matter anyway.Bosco had advanced leukemia.He was assisted to the bridge yesterday morning.It all happened so fast that I nearly went into shock when Older Daughter called me from the clinic.I had been telling myself that maybe the initial diagnosis from days before might not be correct.Maybe we would discover something else and Bosco could come all the way back.But that was not to be.
Bosco never had a real life.He was only a year or two old when he was taken in by Animal Control and retained in the city pound.He was rescued from there by the no-kill shelter, and that’s where he lived the next year of his life. The girls said all Bosco ever really wanted was to be where people were.I know his life wouldn’t have been a long one, but I wish it had been a better one.I wish Bosco could have spent these three years of his life in a home with a family of his own.I take the only comfort I can find in this situation from having had Bosco here for the last days of his life.I talked to him constantly when I was in the kennel.He wagged his big blond tail at me every time I spoke his name.And as the days went by, and the many medications were clearly not creating any improvement, I started sitting in the run with him.He was getting weaker every day.I would sit beside him, pet him, and ask him to please fight hard.I told him how handsome he was, and how he was obviously the best dog in the world.On Sunday afternoon he seemed especially weak.I actually crawled down beside him in the run.With his face only inches from mine, I told him I loved him.I told him he never had to wonder again if somebody loved him because I certainly did.Oh how I wanted him to understand me. (After he was gone, I was very glad I had done this.)
He was so weak yesterday morning that I had to assist him out to the yard to urinate.When Older Daughter stopped by to get him, he didn’t have the strength to help us get him into her vehicle.Even still, I was hoping for more time.I felt like Bosco had never gotten what he wanted most in life.I guess I was hoping that the vets would change a medication or have an idea about how for Bosco to feel better for a while.But by the time he arrived at the clinic, he was barely holding his head up.Older Daughter stayed with him until the end.Then she called me.
It was hard cleaning out his run in the kennel.I pulled the big pallet of blankets out.It seemed impossible that he wasn’t coming back. Then, in another conversation with Older Daughter, we decided to bury Bosco here, on our land.He might never have had a real home in life, but he would be buried alongside the dozens and dozens of animals who had been part of this family over the years.I hope Bosco knows.Somebody cared.
Last week I didn’t post on Thursday like I usually do.I wanted my Wednesday post to run an extra day since it was a plea for adoptions.But if I had blogged on Thursday, I would have had a story to tell.Actually, last week brought THREE new situations – and these will be the stories for the blog this week.All three stories are about foster animals here:one dog, one kitten, and one adult cat who has been here for quite a while. That cat is Anastasia.Do you remember her story?If not, you can read it here.
She has been adopted!Unfortunately, this isn’t a Winnie’s Wish adoption. Anastasia came through the shelter where my daughters work.I took her in as a foster because she was in such bad shape when Animal Control picked her up.She has been here with me since she was taken out of her miserable life at the end of last Winter. She certainly felt like one of mine; it was hard to say goodbye.However, it was great to see her get a real home.The man who adopted her has one cat already at home.We all hoped that he and his cat and Anastasia would become a family.He came in the shelter the next day and reported good news to Younger Daughter.He said that Anastasia had slept with him the night before (her very first night there!) and that she was making muffins everywhere.Yay and Yippee!A very happy ending.
One foster cat out, one foster cat (kitten) in – that story tomorrow.
Just over one week ago, I wrote this on the blog:June is Adopt-A-Cat Month.This is because June transitions us from Spring to Summer.Spring is the beginning of Kitten Season and by June there is a brand new overabundance of kittens.So to make room for all of the new ones, shelters everywhere push for adoptions of the cats they have at the time.
Winnie’s Wish has lots of cats who are more of a challenge, requiring special patient folks who are willing to go the extra mile.I want those cats to receive wonderful homes.But right now, more than anything, I need ANY adoption I can get.There are four Winnie’s Wishers who will be no challenge AT ALL.Any of these four will immediately be family members.All they require is to be chosen.
Teddy is truly the most perfect cat on the planet.I have NO idea why someone has not grabbed him.He is categorized as a senior, but everyone agrees that eight years old is not too old.This guy wants attention so badly that he begs for it with his eyes.He has every characteristic of the perfect cat.He is beautiful.He is huge.He is sweet, sweet, sweet.He wants attention.He causes no trouble.He gets along with ALL of the cats.
If you have considered adopting Teddy, won’t you PLEASE make June the month.We can start making arrangements to get him to you.I want this big ol Teddy Bear to have what he wants more than anything – a forever home and family of his very own.If I don’t get another cat adopted – EVER – I must find a home for Teddy.His amazing personality, looks, and wonderful soul should not waste away in a shelter.He deserves to be part of a family.
Three other felines are ready to go NOW as well.Again – I want more than anything for JUNE to be the month that these three are chosen.Every day that goes by makes these three less likely to be adopted.They are tiny babies now and will fit in with ANY family make-up at this point.They are gorgeous, sweet, playful, and healthy.I do not want these three babies to grow up in my shelter.They need to be chosen now.If you’re considering adopting a kitten, won’t you PLEASE consider one or more of these three.
No blog post tomorrow.I’m going to let this post run – HOPING HOPING HOPING for homes.
Kittens are so cute it is almost unnatural. As I've said before, I believe pictures of kittens bathe your brain in feel-good chemicals.So I’m going to bombard you with more pictures today.The three tiny tame ones are happy about everything. Last night I was sitting in the floor playing with them.Two purposes – to entertain the littler ones AND to intrigue the slightly bigger ones.I’ll let the pictures tell the story.
Prim . . .
Cookie and Dreams playing
Too much for Peeta
He decides to join the fun
Finally, it was too much for Finnick
He had to get a closer look
Peeta and Finnick - close to the action
BIG night of playing comes to a close
Have a great day!
(Karen, THANK YOU so much for yet another monetary gift!)
The six kittens have now been here for a full week. All have been wormed and had the first in the series of kitten vaccinations.The three youngest are completely tame and SO wonderful.Wonderful beyond words.I wish you ALL could experience them.They are so cute it’s painful.They are playful.They are sweet.They crawl into my lap and purr like crazy while I’m petting them.Everything is new for them.They are an absolute joy.
Here are some new pictures of Sugar Cookie, Dreamsicle, and Pumpkin Pie.
The older group is still basically untouchable. We have been able to identify gender.There are two boys and a girl.And they have names. The solid orange is Peeta (boy).The black & white is Finnick (boy).And the orange & white is Prim (girl). They are watching me interact with the three younger ones.I can tell the two boys are slightly less afraid now.Prim runs and hides in the litter box when I come into their room, but the boys stay out to observe me.In fact, yesterday while I was taking pictures of the three tinies, the two older boys started playing with each other and ended up rough-housing as if I wasn’t even in the room.Hopefully, these three will become adoptable before too much longer.
Left to right: Prim, Finnick, Peeta
In the meantime, the three little ones ARE READY FOR ADOPTION.I hope you will help me spread the word.
As soon as Virginia (Poupounette Gang) started reading about these kittens, she sent kitten food – dry and canned!
Virginia – THANK YOU.
Cassandra sent kitty litter and one of my two favorite products – Fortiflora!
Cassandra – THANK YOU.
And then I received not one, but THREE of my other favorite product – Viralys !
Alyssa – THANK YOU.
There are young adults and seniors and certainly many who have been here too long.And now there are tiny BEAUTIFUL kittens as well.Friends, please spread the word.Winnie’s Wish needs adoptions.
Younger Daughter went to her uncle’s to pick up the feral tortie mom cat who was now in the trap.When she got there, three more kittens were lying around in the yard, practically in a circle around the trap – orange, orange & white, and black & white.So THESE were the tortie mom’s kittens.And they were already close to three months old.As I’ve said on this blog before – one month makes all the difference in terms of the “feral-ness” of a kitten.
As soon as Younger Daughter and her uncle started walking towards the trap, the kittens shot away, over the fence, and gone.She packed up mom cat in the trap and headed to my house.She told me what she’d seen and we talked about what to do next.There must be another mom cat for the first three kittens (who are around eight weeks old).Tortie cat was mom to three twelve-week old kittens.We got mom into a cage and took the trap back to my brother-in-law’s that night.We would try for the other mom and/or any of these three older kittens now.In the meantime, I learned that tortie mom was the WORST feral case I’d seen in a LONG time.I’ve only taken in one other mom cat more feral than this one.(That was the polydactyl mom to Tuxie, Spritz, Mitts, Leo, Glitter, and Cashmere.)This tortie mom tried to attack me several times and during her first night here she destroyed the inside of her cage.I could not get her scheduled for spay until today.I’ll be heading out with her as soon as I finish this blog post.(Not sure how I’ll even get her in a carrier at this point.) She will recuperate here briefly and be released.She is so close to injuring herself that I’ve been worrying myself sick over her being caged for this long.
Brother-in-law set the trap again on Monday.By that afternoon he had an orange kitten.He got it from the trap to the carrier; then he re-set the trap.Because he had to be gone for a while, we told him one of us would drive to his house that evening to see if we’d caught anybody else.When we got there, we had the black & white kitten.This one was frantic and wild.It took a while, but we got it into a carrier.I walked back to set the trap again and I spotted the third kitten.So I quickly set the trap and before long we had this one, too.It would soon be dark, so we didn’t leave the trap set for a possible mom to the first litter of kittens.On the way home we talked about two things.One, no one had ever seen another mom cat.Maybe something had happened to her.We would ask my brother-in-law to be on the look-out.And two, we now had three twelve-week old kittens who had already been taught well by feral tortie mom cat.The three kittens at home were already crawling all over me and running to me when I entered their room.These older three would take some work.But I couldn’t leave them behind.Feral, yes.But still babies.I would just have to work with them.Toast, Slate, Smokey, and Snowflake were this age when I took them in and three of the four have tamed.I would hope the same for this group.I haven’t been able to pick any of them up yet, so I don’t know who is male and who is female.They are certainly beautiful.And now . . .three more makes six.
When I arrived I fell immediately in love. Husband was holding the little bitty he had taken the picture of.This was a young kitten, about seven to eight weeks old, mostly white with some orange.I placed it in a carrier.I took my trap over to a spot in the very back of the yard where some of the brush had been.We set the trap.Then we walked up and looked at the crack where the orange one had slipped in under the house. I set the can of cat food right in front of the crack and we stepped a little distance away.As we were talking, I heard a faint rustling sound behind me.I told the boys to keep talking while I super-quietly walked back over to the opening in the underpinning.And wow.There was the kitten who had slid in there earlier – a little orange fluff ball.AND, right beside it was another kitten the same size, orange and white.They were SO engrossed in swallowing huge mouthfuls of canned food that I actually wondered if I might be able to slip all the way up on them and grab them.I glanced up to see Husband and Brother-in-Law staring as I started inching closer to my catch.So far the babies had not even looked up.They were growling and eating and covering themselves in the canned cat food.I kept stepping closer and closer.A twig snapped.I froze.Nothing.Next step.The crunch of a dry leaf beneath my flip flop.Still nothing.I was almost close enough to reach down.One wrong move and they would disappear through their crack and into oblivion.I knew if I scared them, I’d not get this opportunity again.Both were too small to trip my cat trap.I HAD to make this work.Another step.Bending over, reaching with both hands.The timing had to be perfect.I had to get BOTH at the exact same moment or risk losing the one I missed . . .or both!From the moment I planted my feet and started my bend probably took 8-10 seconds, but it felt like ten minutes.Closer.Closer.My heart was racing.Finally, each hand was within six inches of a kitten.And then bam!I reached down, scruffed a kitten with each hand, and stood straight up.Both Husband and Brother-in-Law broke into cheers.We had them.We had the kittens.I started breathing again.
When I left, we told my brother-in-law that Younger Daughter was working that Sunday and could stop and pick up the mom cat if she ventured into the trap by the time Younger was off work.I got home with the three little bitties and got them set up.They were very scared, but I knew from past experience that these kittens would be my friends within hours.We’d caught them at a young enough age for them to be 100% tame-able. They were home with me for only a matter of minutes before I was COMPLETELY in love with them.Meet the newest, tiniest Winnie’s Wishers:
Meet Sugar Cookie (girl) - the one Husband first saw
Pumpkin Pie (boy)
About half an hour before Younger Daughter was due to get off work, Husband got a text from his brother.Mom cat is in the trap.So Younger Daughter went to her uncle’s when she got off work. They walked into the backyard and there was tortie mom in the trap.And gathered around her, just outside the trap, were three more kittens.And these were a good month older than the first group . . .
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THE FOLLOWING CATS ARE LOOKING FOR FOREVER HOMES. Click on each picture to read about that cat. EMAIL ME with interest and/or questions about adoptions.
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