When I didn’t see Kale this morning, I feared the worst. She was looking really sick, yesterday. So was Zipper, and and I was on the lookout for him, too, while doing the morning feeding. I did eventually spot him inside the cat house, in the kittens favourite cat bed for cuddling. His eyes were stuck shut and he wasn’t coming out to eat. He did actually look a bit better, though, which gave me some hope.
All day today, I was on the lookout for Kale, including looking through the cat house windows, every chance I got. I only saw other kittens. It wasn’t until I was doing the evening cat feeding and all the kittens were out and about that I finally spotted her.
She was on the bottom of the cat bed. I hadn’t seen her before because the other kittens were blocking my view. It was quite obvious she was no longer with us.
After the cat feeding was done, my daughter helped me wash some eyes. Zipper still looks a hot mess, but does seem to be improving. Li’l Rig is one that looks all right until we start washing his eyes and goo starts coming out. We washed Wormy’s eyes, too, though she is almost completely recovered, as have the other kittens that went through their sick phase. That includes Kale’s brother, Sir Robin.
The eye washing done, my daughter helped me lift the roof of the cat house so I could retrieve little Kale. I had a hard time figuring out where to bury her. We buried so many kittens last year, all the spots I could think of already had kittens buried in them. Then I remembered that we still have walnut seeds that need to be planted. We keep forgetting about them.
Sweet little Kale is now laid to rest and, hopefully, will have a tree growing in her memory.
I know we have too many yard cats, and it’s so hard to get them spayed and neutered – a socialized kitten would have been easy to get done! It’s still really sad when we lose any. It’s one thing for them to just disappear, as the adults do, pretty regularly. We never know what has happened to them. It’s entirely possible, if unlikely, that someone found them and took them and kept them. This is the second kitten we’ve lost this year, and the other one looked like a still birth, so even that was very different. It was so special to have a feral cat like Brussel trust us enough to have her kittens in the sun room, where we could keep watch over them and socialize them right from the start. There was even someone interested in adopting Kale, though I think that was another person that backed out, since I’ve heard nothing since.
Yesterday, as I was heading back inside through the sun room, I spotted Button and his blue, blue eyes. I’ve been trying to capture just how blue they are and, this time, the light was hitting them just right. The camera was even able to capture the colour very well, too!
I was able to get a few pictures and even a short video. When I had the chance, I shared them with the Cat Lady (and others! 😁), just so she could see the colour.
Soon after, she was asking me questions about Button, and telling me she was going to share the photos around. She knew some people that had lost their elderly cats and was hoping they’d be willing to adopt a kitten.
Well, I don’t know about the ones that lost elderly cats, but she did find someone that was very interested!
Best of all, this person is a vet!
For all his tiny size and blue eyes, we know Button is likely at least five weeks old, based on things like how much he’s eating solid food, compared to how often he nurses on the creche mothers. The vet knows that he is a foundling, and that we know little else about him. We also just assume he has ear mites.
The Cat Lady will pick him up, most likely on the weekend when they are in the area again. He’ll be with her for about a week before going to the vet. The vet is even taking on the expenses that the rescue would normally take on before a cat is adopted out.
Now, we’ve had way too many of these things fall through in the past couple of years, so I’m not holding my breath on this, but as it stands now, Button’s gorgeous blue eyes seems to have found him a forever home!
Now for the sad news.
The girls had fed the cats outside quite early in the morning, so when I went out to do my rounds, I topped up the kibble a bit, then did my usual routine.
There is one black and white kitten – one of the Squashes (kittens that like to sit in the pots with my summer squash) – that we’ve been keeping our eye on. He (she?) did not seem overtly sick, but was definitely not thriving. Yesterday, I honestly thought he was dying, like the other black and white Squash kitten I’d found a few days ago. However, when I picked him up, he perked up, got active, wanted down, and started behaving normally.
I was keeping an eye out for him while I was outside and, by the time I was ready to head in, I had not seen him anywhere. This kitten was one that always stayed close to the house, with several favourite places to hang out, and he was in none of them.
*sigh*
So I started looking for him, knowing I was likely looking for a body. But where could he be? If anything, this is one kitten I would have expected to find out in the open, like some of the other kittens we’d found passed on.
Once all the obvious places where checked, I started looking for the less obvious places he might have gone into.
Which is when I saw the tail, peaking out from under the back of the kibble house.
An orange tail.
This year, we’ve had one orange fluffy kitten, and one orange and white kitten. The orange and white kitten was in the sun room, enjoying himself in the cat cage.
Which is when I realized, I hadn’t seen the orange fluffy one in a while.
I will not go into detail but, let’s just say, the orange kitten had been under there for quite some time. It took some creative effort to get him out and bury the remains under a rose bush.
I made sure to hose down under the kibble house after. There is a sheet of rigid insulation on the ground that fits perfectly under the floor of the kibble house, and a lot of the cats and kittens will hang out under there, or hide under there if they feel threatened. The back wall of the kibble house is just a few inches above ground; too low for an adult cat to squeeze under. The front is more open, with just the 2×4 supporting the floor of the kibble house for them to squeeze under. It’s hard to see anything under the kibble house without basically getting down on the ground. When I retrieved the remains of the orange kitten, I did make sure there were no other remains.
Which means I still had the black and white kitten to find.
With the condition of the one kitten, I really wanted to make sure the black and white wasn’t in the sun room for us to find by the smell or something. After looking all over, I found myself eyeballing the counter shelf. The kittens like to hide under it, and go between it and the window.
Then one of the other cats moved out from under the table saw, and I could see a little black.. something.
It turned out to be a barely visible tail tip.
*sigh*
This one got buried under the honeysuckle.
So that’s two more gone, and we don’t know why. The Cat Lady says it’s most likely lung issues. I suspect she’s seen a lot more of this than we have!
But still, this is 5 kittens I’ve buried in less than a week, and only one of them looked like it was having issues. I can’t say for sure about the orange one, since it ran from us all the time, but the other two had seemed hale and hardy, until they weren’t.
It just occurred to me; this black and white and the orange kitten were both Brussel’s babies. That’s at least two out of her litter of four she has lost. Possibly three, as the other black and white might have been hers, too.
I just went looking through my photos. There is one of her kittens that has a distinctive black splotch over its nose, and I’ve been seeing that one around the house. Looking at the others in the photo, I am now more convinced that the other three from her litter are now gone.
Wow.
So…
What a start to the day.
At least we have the good news of Button soon to be going to his forever home with a vet!
It was another sleepless night last night. Pain and stiffness, I expected, but the worst of it was the pain in my damaged elbow. Talking to one of my daughters about it – at about 3am – we tried an experiment. One thing that helps it is warmth. Which is weird, considering how warm it was during the night. My daughter had some scrap sleeves in a stretchy material that she brought down. We found a section that fit fairly well and cut it into a shorter tube to cover just my elbow. My pjs already had long sleeves, which helped hold the tube in place.
It seemed to help, because I did finally get a couple of hours of sleep.
After that, it was the cats going crazy that kept me up!
My daughters took care of the morning routine for me, though, as well as the cats, and I did finally get another hour or two of sleep. Which I needed, since I was going to be doing some driving this afternoon.
Once I was finally up and about, I did my usual rounds. I was just finishing up and coming around past the cat house to go in through the sun room when I spotted Squash lying in the grass.
I’ve been able to pick Squash up fairly regularly, so I went to pet him (her? we never did find out. I’ll just say “he”) and realized something was very wrong.
Squash was clearly dying.
I ended up spending almost two hours with Squash, trying to comfort him. He did not seem to be in any pain, but was barely breathing. He did seem to perk up a bit when I started giving him water, one drop at a time, with my finger.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t stay with him any longer. I left him in a shady spot, then headed to town for, among other things, a pharmacy run to pick up my husband’s injections. When I got back, Squash was gone, and I buried him near Driver.
With so many kittens, there are bound to be losses. and we’ve had quite a few over the years. Among this year’s kittens that we’ve seen so far, if there was any I would have expected to suddenly pass, it would have been Button. He’s so incredibly tiny, we’re sure he was the runt of his litter. Yesterday, however, I did pick up Squash and found him very… lethargic. When I put him down in the sun room, he went back outside, though, and that was pretty normal for him.
The one symptom he did have was a severely leaky butt, which he did not have yesterday. We had something similar happen with a kitten we’d brought inside, last year.
Unfortunately, with this heat, we’ve had kittens and cats splashed all over the place, all stretched out and trying to keep cool. Every time I see one – especially when it’s Button or one of the other smaller kittens – I find myself wondering if they are okay! So in a way, it wasn’t really a surprise to find Squash in his condition. The only surprise was that it was Squash.
After the sad job of burying him, I loaded the truck with our garbage and made a run to the dump. Later on this evening, I plan to go out again and rake up some of yesterday’s grass clippings for mulch. It’s past 6pm right now, and still 25C/77F with the humidex at 28C/82F, and we’re not supposed to start cooling down more for a couple more hours. It’s a good thing the days are so long! Tomorrow is supposed to be even hotter and, depending on what app I look at, we’ll either have no rain at all, passing showers, or possible thunderstorms.
Tomorrow afternoon, I’m taking my mother to her doctor’s appointment, right when it will be getting the hottest. Thankfully, the truck’s AC works all right!
Meanwhile, I need to start editing my July garden tour video. One of my daughter’s previewed the recordings made on the 16th and the 17th, and said both days were fine. The only think she noted is that I sounded tired – which I was!
I still am, to be honest. I might just skip collecting the grass clippings tonight, and do it in the morning, before I have to leave for my mother’s. I seem to be waking up at 5:30am, no matter what, so I may as well be productive when it’s a bit cooler.
I just hope I don’t find any more kitten losses. 😢
I got some sad news from the Cat Lady last night. The “problem cat” that they took on from the city shelter is going to have to be put down. For her to make this decision, you know the situation has to be exceptionally bad. She has had vets recommend euthanasia for cats many times, and she’s hung in there and saved so many cats, including several from us that are now living with them permanently. She was even wondering why the city shelter hadn’t already done it, long ago.
In the middle of all this difficulty, she was still thinking about us and her promise to help out.
The original plan had been for both tripods to go to the city shelter and their special needs area, while Ghosty would be going to the shelter that specializes in Siamese cats. However, because our adoptees are going from a loving home where they are well cared for, she feels it would be too stressful for them to go to a shelter, no matter how much they promise that tripods get adopted very quickly. If they were kittens, that would be a different issue, but if she wouldn’t feel right putting one of her own cats in there, she wasn’t comfortable putting any of ours in there, either.
I will trust her on that assessment!
She’s going to give herself some time to decompress from the situation with this other cat, and will then take Ginger from us on the weekend. Ghosty is going to wait until the other shelter has an open space, rather than go to the Cat Lady until they do. Toni is not being bullied like Ginger is, so she is not an urgent adoption. She was even willing to take Leyendecker instead of Ginger, since she’s quite familiar with dealing with cats with urinary issues, but Leyendecker is not the cat being bullied, and the chances of getting Leyendecker adopted out is much lower. His urinary issues are related to stress, and he’s had no issues at all for quite a while – just increasing the amount of wet cat food they all get seems to have helped with that, too.
So we get to keep Ginger a little bit longer. This time, we’ll be meeting in the town nearest us, rather than in the nearer city, half way between our homes.
I had intended to pick up more litter pellets after meeting with the Cat Lady, since I could only fit one bag in the cart along with the kibble. When my daughter wanted to go into town to pick up a few last things for her sister’s birthday, I suggested we go to the nearer city so I could get the litter pellets, too. That worked for her, so we headed out late this morning and ran our errands.
When we got home, I took advantage of our weather to do a job that should have been done awhile ago. We have not been able to do burns often enough, usually due to high winds, so our burnable garbage has been building up. Meanwhile, we’re getting to where my daughter wants to start burning the used litter, rather than adding it to the pile behind the outhouse, to compost. On top of that, we have not been able to cremate the cats we’ve lost over the winter. Today we happened to not only be pleasantly warm, at 2C/36F, but there was virtually no wind at all. It was time to finally get the job done.
The burn barrel is falling apart and needs to be replaced, so we’ve been using a burn ring, instead. That’s getting too full of ashes. So after digging a path through the snow to the burn ring, I also dug out a larger area nearby to basically do a bonfire. We’ve still got all those old rotten pallets we cleaned up from where the wood pile used to be, so I set one of those down on top of the snow where I’d cleared a space, then prepared a space in the middle for our lost ones. Their remains were kept under cover in the burn ring, so I moved then over, then continued to build up a pyre over their remains.
Between our paper garbage and the old pallets, I was able to built quite a fire – and wow, did it get hot! I couldn’t get close to it to tend the fire for more than a few seconds before having to back off to at least 10ft away.
I took advantage of this and cleaned out almost all the old rotten pallets, setting aside the wettest ones where they could dry in the sun, for the next time we need a fire. That junk pile looks so much better now! We’d intended to take the old pallets to the dump, along with all the other oversize garbage in there, but we were never able to hire someone to haul it all away for us. I would have preferred not burning them, since they are so full of nails, but we’ll just have to take extra care in cleaning up the ashes. Right now, I’m glad we didn’t get them hauled away, since they made for an appropriately hot and clean fire to take care of our lost ones.
Not something I ever expected to need to do, when we moved out here!
The good thing about doing something like this, this time of year, is that once things burned down enough, I could leave it to smolder. The fire melted enough snow around it to create quite a puddle under it, and there’s nothing but more snow for a substantial distance in all directions.
So there’s a job that finally got done. Hopefully, not one that will need to be done again for quite some time. This past year had an insane amount of cat and kitten losses, both indoors and out. Something the Cat Lady tells us has been happening all over our province, so it wasn’t just with us.
As for the inside cats, pretty soon we’ll be down one and, hopefully, we’ll be able to keep finding forever homes for more soon. It’s been really all over the place in getting adoptions done, but at least they are happening! I am so thankful we connected with the Cat Lady. She’s been awesome for us!
I can’t say it was totally unexpected, but… well… not today!
Earlier today, I got this adorable photo.
Question has squeezed herself in between her adopted siblings and promptly had a nap.
She’s been napping a lot lately.
I then went and got to work on a bunch of things before returning to my room, expecting to get some work done on the computer.
I’ll be honest; when I saw Question lying on the bed, I thought she was already gone! But then she moved in a silent meow.
Clearly, she wasn’t going to be with us long, so I wrapped her up in a towel, sat on the side of my bed and held her. I managed to tap out a message to the family on my phone to let them know. My younger daughter came and joined me.
We pet her and tried to make her as comfortable as possible. Her eyes wouldn’t close all the way, so we kept them moist with eye drops. When she seemed dehydrated, my daughter dipped water into her mouth, one drop at a time. For a while, she actually seemed to be more mobile, so I put her in my daughters arms so I could go find something to give her fluids more easily but when I came back, she was gone.
My daughter was crying, but I think she was glad to have been able to give Question comfort, right to the end.
Her sister and I buried Question in the little flower garden, next to the bird bath. From now on, she will be surrounded by lush growth and flowers.
I had messaged with the Cat Lady last night about Question and Ghosty. They were supposed to take both when they got back from the US, only to return to a very sick cat of their own. She wanted to give him another week of monitoring before introducing two new kittens to the household (there are no available fosters, and all the rescues have zero intakes for cats right now). Especially with one of them being pretty sick.
After a while, I messaged her again to let her know about Question. The Cat Lady turned out to be at the vet clinic we normally go to – which is not at all close to their place! Another of her cats was blocked and undergoing surgery at the time! Which likely meant she called a number of vets before finding one that could take her cat in right away. She just had a blocked cat that got surgery, and now his sibling is going through the same thing!
She just can’t seem to catch a break!
In a way, I’m glad they didn’t take the kittens. If they had, she would have pulled all stops to keep the kitten alive, and there are times when I just don’t think that’s actually a good thing. Sometimes, I think letting them go is the kinder thing. Which is what I think was the case with Question.
I’m going to miss waking up to that little fur ball tucked up against my neck.
It kept raining off and on yesterday, so it was a little damp when I came out to do my evening rounds, starting with putting food out for the yard cats first. One of the things I do it toss a handful into the two lower shelves of the shelf shelter.
When I put some in the bottom shelf, I hear scrabbling and growling noises! Beep Beep Baby prefers to eat in that bottom shelf, so she started to go for the food, only to be chased away by hissing, snarling and more scrabbling! She tried again, but got chased off again.
The noise was coming from one side where there is a cardboard box, and I just couldn’t see anything. So I stuck my phone in and got this picture.
It was a very terrified kitten!
Also, that box is falling apart completely. 😄
As I distracted the cats away by filling the kibble trays, I could eventually see the kitten through the opening, in the corner where there is a crocheted cat bed.
I am pretty sure this kitten is one of the litter of six that live in the board pile beside the spruce grove, where I spotted these two.
I was able to move a bit closer to get the photo, but I didn’t want to scare them away and didn’t push my luck. In the past, I would put trays of kibble for any kittens in this wood pile, but I’m seeing them by the kibble house so often, I’m leaving things be. Hopefully, they will start hanging out in the sun room with the other kittens.
Today has been another day of on and off rain., and I believe all last night, too. When I came out to feed the cats, I was met with a sad sight. A very wet, very dead kitten in the grass in front of the sun room. There was nothing visible to show why it died. Given its bedraggled fur, I think this is another one that died somewhere else and was brought close to the house.
It is now buried with Keith and the dead kitten that had been brought into the sun room some weeks ago.
This has been quite the year for kitten losses. I’ve no doubt we’ve had as many in previous years. It’s just that this is the first year we’ve actually been finding their remains, or having them brought to us.
At least we have some successes, like the kitten that got adopted when we brought it to the vet. It all sort of balances out.
It took me a while to figure out where to start digging. I wanted to bury our stranger someplace with no chance of traffic. I decided on the end of the flower bed by the vehicle gate, near one of my mother’s specialty lilacs. There’s a tree stump near there, which we plan to convert into a seat.
I couldn’t dig too deep, as I was hitting tree roots and rocks pretty quickly, so I found a board I could put on top. Mostly, to prevent critters from digging things up.
Once the grave was dug, I went and got our stranger, and was able to use the garden fork to lift him out of the old dog house. It’s the first time I had a good look at him. Gosh, he was a beautiful cat. I wish we could have taken care of him.
Well, giving him a pretty resting place is the best we can do. Once the board was in place, I raided the rock pile for some stones to weigh it down. Soon, this area will have my mother’s tall, yellow flowers growing around it, and the lilac leafing out and blooming above it. Hopefully, fairly soon, we’ll also have a pleasant seat on that stump for when we want to enjoy a nice little sit-down.
The Re-Farmer 