As my daughter and I headed out today, I saw a cat crossing from the unoccupied farm across the road from us, stopped in the middle of the road.
Sniffing at another cat on the road, before moving on.
At which point, I stopped and walked over to take a look.
Sure enough, it was a cat that had been hit by a car. It had been there long enough for there to be… damage, shall we say… making it hard to identify the cat, but it looked an aweful lot like Poirot.
We saw Poirot yesterday, but did we see her while doing the morning feeding? I couldn’t remember, but if we had seen her this morning, it was unlikely she was this cat. My older daughter had helped, so we messaged her and she couldn’t remember early, but promised to keep an eye out while her sister and I continued with our errands. She did confirm seeing her kittens sleeping in the sun room, but did not see Poirot.
We got back late enough to do second outside cat feeding of the day. It was, as always, a commotion of hungry cats and kittens. I managed to close up all the kittens in the sun room so they could have their cat soup without being pushed away by larger cats.
Miss Lemon, Captain Hastings and Inspector Japp had their fill, along with Grommet, Eyelet, Sir Robin and Havarti. We have gone from 11 kittens to 7, and we know what happened for sure with only one of them.
I messaged the Cat Lady about the potential situation during one of our stops. I’ve been sending her photos of Eyelet as well, because he reminds me so much of Button – and is very photogenic! She is going to try and find a home for him. The chances might be better with a kitten with such striking eyes.
Once I was sure enough, I also messaged the large animal rescue that was going to take in Poirot and her kittens. I’m sure they will still take her kittens. At more than 7 weeks, they can be weaned pretty safely. They are so tiny, though, I’m sure they’ll have vets thinking they are much young. I do, however, have photographic proof that they were born on May 4th.
Crud. We weren’t able to completely socialize her, but Poirot was such a sweet cat. She would have made a great ambassador for colonies such as ours at the rescue.
A warning, for those who don’t want to read about just how nasty nature can be.
Earlier, I posted about our morning surprise; a new litter of kittens in the larger cat carrier in the sun room.
We kept watch on the sun room, staying out as much as possible. No other kittens were around; I don’t know where their mothers moved them. Other cats stayed out as well. Every now and then, in the critter cam, I’d see a cat go in, sniff at the carrier, then run off. There was one short haired black and white that kept coming back, but it did not go in with the babies, and would run off again. We found the black kitten outside the cage a couple of times, and I put it back. It, and its siblings, were cold and damp and crying, but non mama came.
At one point, I ended up in the basement, clearing the pipe to the septic tank again, and was away from the critter cam for quite a while. When I checked on it next, I could see a black and white kitten on the floor in front of the carrier, and it wasn’t moving. My older daughter and I went to see what was going on.
My first surprise was noticing some blood under the kittens nose. When I picked it up to look at it, and its lower jaw was gone. Something had started to drag it out or eat it or something.
The other three were still in the carrier. While I went outside with the tiny body, my daughter closed up the front door of the carrier and opened the top, so the kittens couldn’t get out, but the mama could get in. We had also shut off the ceiling fan and tied off the door, so the room would warm up for the babies, but they were still way too cold.
We decided to bury the kitten under one of the crab apple trees in the old kitchen garden. I quickly dug a hole and laid the kitten down.
It moved.
Much to my shock, the poor thing was still alive.
Yes, I swiftly euthanized it. I was not going to let it continue to suffer, and there was no way it was going to survive.
All we could do is keep monitoring the sun room.
Before my younger daughter and I had to leave in the afternoon, I could see the kittens moving around in the cat carrier. They even seemed to be stronger and drier. Could we have missed the mama come in and tend to them? We weren’t going to risk going into the sun room and scare her away.
The forecast of no rain today turned out to be quite wrong. Before my daughter and I headed out, we were hit by two quick and dirty thunderstorms, and our area was under a severe storm watch. Our first stop was at my mother’s town to pick up a Purolator parcel. We drove through downpours a couple of times along the way. I thought the parcel was our bucket of lysine, but it turned out to be something else – something Amazon still says has been shipped, but won’t arrive until the 25th! The lysine still says an expected arrival of the 20th – today – but only that the carrier has picked it up.
After getting the package, we drove to the nearer city, with a stop at a grocery store first. While my daughter ran in with her shopping list, I stayed in the truck. I could still check the critter cam from there, so I did that a few times – and spotted a couple of racoons! I was able to use the microphone to chase them out. When I messaged my husband and other daughter about it, my daughter told me she’d already chased a racoon out, earlier.
I could, however, still see the kittens moving around in the carrier. Even zoomed in, though, I couldn’t see if there was a cat in with them.
Once my younger daughter was done her shopping, we went to pick up the birthday pizzas. We were early, so I checked the critter cam a few more times. I could no longer see any movement, so maybe they were asleep?
Once we got our order, we drove home, which took about 45 minutes. We pulled into the yard to unload. As my daughter took in the last back, I went through the sun room to get some kibble and distract the cats away from the truck while she went to park it. As I quickly went through, I looked into the carrier.
There were no kittens.
No cats or kittens in the sun room at all.
After putting kibble out, I stopped to look around more closely.
That’s when I found … evidence, shall we say.
The racoons got the kittens.
All I can tell myself is, at least it would have been quick.
Since then, we’ve seen the black and white cat – it turned out to be the one with a black nose I sometimes saw around – go in and out of the sun room. We are thinking she is most likely to have been the mother. The makeshift table we had for the transplants has been put away, and the cat cage is now in the corner. I’ve put a cat bed and blankets on it. The last I checked, I saw this cat, and a couple others, lying on top of the cat cage. The other cats seem to be returning to the sun room.
I’d been chatting with the Cat Lady throughout the day, so she knew about the kittens, and the end result. The reality is, as much as we hate that this happened, it may have been for the best. The more kittens there are, the more likely there will be illnesses and other problems. Last spring was a devastating example of that.
When we are able to connect again, she will be lending us a trap for a few months. We won’t have a problem getting most of the males to the vet, but the females will need to be trapped.
It’s getting to the point where we seriously need to look into a cull. Especially with not being able to socialize or catch the females. With the way prices have been going up, we are now spending more on cat food, than food for ourselves. Of course, the more cats there are, the more fights there are.
Messaging with the Cat Lady, she tells me all the shelters are full, and the Humane Society is overwhelmed. People just can’t afford to feed their pets anymore, never mind actually adopting any.
They will try and help us as much as they can, but of course, donations for everything are going down, whether it’s for animal rescues, or food banks.
For folks like us, out in the boonies, we get to see a whole different side of the population issue, and sometimes that side gets rather bloody.
Nature is a b*** sometimes.
Meanwhile, I can see another thunderstorm coming through on the garage cam, with lots of lighting.
Maybe I should take that as a hint to shut down the computer and go to bed. It’s almost 11pm, anyhow.
What a crazy, messed up day.
Meanwhile, we’re trying to celebrate Father’s Day and my daughter’s birthday, combined, this week.
Thankfully, we have a full size, brand new, spare tire.
Thankfully, we have CAA!
So I phoned CAA, rather than trying to use the app or their website. With reason. I gave our address and, of course, it didn’t show up, because according to the online maps, we don’t exist. Which meant she had to fight with her system to get it to accept the address given, plus the directions to find us. This was all done by maybe 2:30. She then gave me a time of arrival of 4:25.
!!!
If it was going to take that long, by the time the tire was changed, the placed I needed to go to would be closed!
From past experience, though, I found they would get to use much quicker, so I gave the phone to my husband, then went back out to unlock the gate, then go back to the truck.
I had no clue how to get the spare tire.
After going through the owners manual, I found where the jack, which comes with tire blocks, and tools were stored. We keep the back seats up, but even so, we never saw the parts and pieces! Then I found where the tire was to be lowered from, which had a lock on it. The only key for the truck is the ignition key, and I was quite happy to find it fit the lock.
By the time the guy got to our place, I had all the lock out and the tools on the cover of the box, so he could get right at lowering the spare tire. Which was absolutely covered in gravel road dust!
Then he set to using his own much better jack to lift the truck and start changing the tire. He had a cordless driver, but the lug nuts turned out to be over tightened. That would have been Canadian Tire. When I had the oil changed, the package included a tire rotation. Which means they used an impact driver rather than a torque wrench to put the tires back on, and over did it. He had to fight with it to get them loose enough that he could finish up using his driver. Things were rusty, and no… oh, I can’t remember the name of it now…. something that keeps them from seizing… I’ll probably remember later. It wasn’t used. Later, before putting the lug nuts back on, he knocked the lug nuts against a hard surface, and I could see the rust falling out. He also showed me how the covered on the lug nuts, which are basically decorative, were starting to crack from being over tightened. Something to get taken care of before the become loose and start spinning, instead of turning the lug nuts and damaging them!
The tire was replaced in excellent time, and I was still going to be able to go to town. So I got in and started the engine…
Only to get a warning that the tire that just got changed was low on air.
Okay. It’s been sitting unused for about a year, so that’s not too surprising. It didn’t seem very low on my gauge when I pumped it up, but I guess it was low enough to trigger the sensor.
Then I started the truck again…
… and got the same warning, for the same tire I just topped up.
Which tells me the spare tire doesn’t have a sensor, so the computer has noting to read and gives this automatic response.
I’ll just have to ignore it for now.
I headed out and first stopped at the post office to pick up a parcel, then kept going to town. The CAA guy had put the flat tire into the box of the truck for me – we both looked it over but could see no obvious cause for it to be flat. My first stop was at the garage. The owner happened to walk outside just as I got there, so we chatted for a bit, and I told him about the tire. My guess is, I ran over something when I did the dump run on Tuesday. As soon as I said I’d done a dump run, he basically said the same thing.
He’ll take a look at it and text me when it’s done. Hopefully, it’ll just need a patch, and not replacement. If all goes well, I’ll be able to book an appointment to have it put back, and the spare returned where it belongs, before I head in to the city to do our stock up shopping.
Once that was dropped off, I made the pharmacy run and took advantage of the trip to run a few more errands. While I did that, my daughter was busy at home and got another 18′ log for me. We just need to get it dragged out of the spruce grove. I now have enough to frame out one of the prepared beds in the main garden.
Then it was time to head home and unload the truck, have a very late lunch, then head back outside to continue mowing.
It was while I was doing that, when I got a video call from an old friend from high school. It was only last night that I saw her share something on Facebook that absolutely stunned me, about another friend from high school. She had passed away a few days ago, but I’d heard nothing about it until then. So she called me and we talked for quite a while. Unfortunately, I won’t be able to go to the funeral. Not only is it two provinces away, but it’s on a date we’ve already made arrangements to connect with a friend that’s back in Canada from South America. I was updated on the circumstances, which made the whole thing even more shocking. Basically, the hospital killed her, by assuming treatment before doing a CT scan. Which is something that I’ve seen happen – or almost happen – way too many times. My husband is very lucky to still be with us right now, since they almost killed him three times when he developed his heart condition, as just one example.
So we’re all kind of reeling about the circumstances.
It does make you think how important it is to stay connected to the people you care about. To not put off that phone call, or that email, or that visit. Any one of us can be gone in an eye blink, regardless of our age or health or whatever.
As much as I love that we live out in the boonies and don’t have to deal with so many people all the time, it does make it harder to stay connected with the people I want to stay connected with!
Anyhow. That’s the biggest reason this day was on the rough side.
Things still need to be done, though, so after the call, I finished mowing the section of yard I was working on. The inner yard is now half done (not counting the garden area). Unfortunately, the forecast now says we’ll be getting rain starting in the wee hours of the morning, and continuing on through to Saturday morning. We’re still getting heavy rainfall warnings from the weather services. Overnight temperatures are also expected to drop, with a low of 2C/36F on Saturday night, which makes frost a possibility. The cooler overnight temperatures will just give us more time to get those low raised beds cleaned up and shifted over, and ready for planting after we pass our last frost date in June – and get the rest of the lawn mowed before it turns into hay!
We’ll see how it works out. I’m certainly not going to complain about getting rain.
I’m going to start this with some cuteness. I could really use some cuteness right now.
Not a very clear picture, but it was getting pretty dark and the time. This little sweetie is starting to actually enjoy being pet and even picked up, if only briefly.
Also, I’m very happy that he’s alive and unhurt.
I’ll have to explain that particular statement in a bit, but I’m rather unhappy right now.
I had called my mother last night and made arrangements to help her with her groceries today. At her request, I was going to pick up a hot lunch at the grocery store first, if they had them ready, so I left earlier and expected to be away for some hours.
They didn’t have the hot lunches, but I was still able to pick up a meal for us, and we had lunch together, then went over her grocery list. Grocery shopping by myself, with just her list, is a lot faster, and even got a bit more of a visit in before she left for a regularly scheduled social gathering some social workers arrange in her building.
I hadn’t had much sleep the night before, having discovered a huge puddle on my bed and needing to do laundry in the wee hours! Once I was back home and settled, I tried lying down for a bit, on the half of my bed that wasn’t still air drying. Yes, I had the new waterproof mattress cover on, and yes, the puddle actually soaked through it in spots.
While I was lying down, I had my phone on the charger on my desk when it started making notification noises. I ignored them, partly because I was buried in cats. After a while, though, my husband came by, commenting on how surprised he was that no one commented on the photo he’s sent.
Before I left my mother’s, she gave me some stuff to take with me. One of them was a baggie of different types of candies and chocolates that the social workers give out to everyone in her building. The girls and I had split them up, with a few going to my husband, including some caramels.
The picture he’d sent was of a caramel.
This a crown stuck to it.
The candy had actually pulled it right off!
After talking about it briefly, my husband made a phone call to the dentist. It was shortly after 3, and they were willing to take him in right away, but with how long it takes to drive into down, it was too early. So they said to come in for 4.
I could hear his side of the conversation and, once I realized he was able to get in right away, I extricated myself from the cats and started getting ready to head out again. I drove the truck into the yard, then went to the sunroom, which had only the outer door tied off, so I could open it from the outside, to get his walker.
I reached in to untie the door, and it growled at me.
I opened the door, and there was a big white dog standing there, looking at me.
At first glance, I thought it was the dog belonging to the younger of my brothers, who lives on the quarter across from our driveway. He doesn’t come around anymore, so that was a surprise.
Then I realized, it was not my brother’s dog. First off, this dog was not as fluffy. My brother’s dog gets very fluffy in the winter. Also, this dog had very distinctive eyes; one blue, one half blue, half brown.
I stepped aside and the dog left the sunroom, but it didn’t go far. It was very nervous and wagging it’s tail, but it was the sort of “if I reach out, will he lick my hand, or bite it?” nervous behavior. I didn’t reach out to it, of course, but the dog did start barking at me.
I still had to get the walker, though, so I went into the sunroom. There, I found a few things knocked out of the shelf against the window and onto the floor under the platform. The only cat I saw was the little fluffy tortie, and she was clambering her way up the shelf to the very top. It wasn’t until I was outside with the walker, after picking some stuff back up again, that I saw there was another cat already up there. They were watching me – and the dog – out the window.
The dog was still barking as I got the walker set up. My daughters, of course, came out to see what was going on, so while I fussed with the walker, they were on the other side of the kibble and water bowl shelters, and able to see what I missed.
A cat, lying dead in one of the paths in the snow leading to the food bowls under the shrine.
It was the single calico cat among last summer’s kittens. We’ve never been able to socialize her, but she was a talkative one and would always greet me when I came out to feed them.
I had to confirm that she was dead, of course, and she had clearly not been gone for long. I was able to move her to where she will later be cremated, and I’m sure that if I’d touched her with my bare hands, she would still have been warm.
Needless to say, that dog was no longer welcome.
We did some banging around and commended him to go home, but he just ran around the house. I chased him away some more, and he eventually ran out of the yard.
We were all quite unhappy with the situation.
My husband, meanwhile, had come out of the house and was in the truck. We needed to get going. We left the girls to take care of things, including locking the gate behind us, so we could get to the dentist.
It was just 4:00 as we came through the doors!
They got my husband in quickly and, while I waited for him, I posted a message on an FB page for our community, as well as on my personal profiles (since recovering my stolen original account, I still keep both old and new accounts active), about the dog, what happened, and our general location.
We did have a bit of a surprise at the dentist.
They already had a file for my husband.
Neither one of us remember him going to the dentist since we moved out here, but apparently they have him on file for 2021.
I was in the process of messaging my daughters to update them when my husband came out.
He was done.
When he made the appointment, they asked him to bring in the broken off crown. It turns out, all they needed to do was cement it back on again!
Then it was time to pay the bill. They do direct billing with the insurance company, but when they tried to process the payment, they got a message to get the new card information. There had been some changes within the system and we got new cards, but they had the exact same information on them. In fact, they sent us new cards twice, because of some other issue. I had both older cards, plus the newest on, in my wallet, so we were able to look at all three to compare.
They all had identical information on them.
Rather than fuss with it then, the receptionist said they’d clear it up with the insurance company, then bill use the rest later.
I remembered to ask how much it was, and it came out to $190. Our coverage is 90%, so we won’t have much to pay at all, when the time comes.
Since we were in town anyhow, my husband suggested we get something to eat. Clearly, his mouth was feeling just fine!
So we went to small restaurant nearby, and I was a very rude person, frequently checking my phone. There had been a number of reactions to my posting about the dog and what happened.
Then I started getting some private messages. A friend and neighbour sent me a picture of a dog. I couldn’t tell if it was the same dog, though. It had its fluffy winter fur, for starters, but I couldn’t make out the colour of the eyes. I asked about the eyes, and my friend said it was his brother’s dog (they live on the same quarter section), but he wasn’t sure about the eyes.
Then he sent me another picture. This time, it was a summer picture, so the dog’s fur was sleek. More importantly, it was a clear shot of the dog’s face – complete with porcupine quills in its snout!
Once I saw the eyes, though, it was confirmed. This was the dog that we found at our place.
We messaged back and forth a bit, and he gave me his brother’s phone numbers.
When we were done eating, and getting some take out for the girls, we headed straight home. The light was fading fast, so as soon as I parked the truck, I wandered around the house to see what I could see. Which was nothing obvious, but it was really getting too dark by then.
While we were out, our daughters kept an eye out for the dog, and did the evening feeding of the outside cats. A few of the cats had started to come back, including some friendlies that wanted pets.
The sunroom doors were also secured with both doors tied off, and tightly. There would be enough room for cats to squeeze into the sunroom, but no dog is getting in there!
My husband took his walker in through the main doors and is now storing it in the entry, in front of the washing machine, again. It’s more in the way, there, but we can’t get into the sunroom from outside anymore, when both doors are tied off like that.
Once things were settled indoors, I went through the old kitchen to go to the sunroom. There were only 3 cats in there; the fuzzy black one in the photo above, Syndol and one of the white and greys that’s really friendly. When I had been walking around outside, I did see a few cats around, but they were understandably very nervous and quick to run off. I did see Rolando Moon as we drove into the yard, and Brussel by the garage, plus a few more identifiable ones. It won’t be until tomorrow morning that I’ll be able to try and get a head count and take a good look around.
Meanwhile, I did phone the guy the dog belongs to. He had already been told what happened by my friend, and was in total shock. When he got home from work, the dog was at home and everything seemed normal. Plus, this is a dog that is not prone to wandering, even when chasing deer out of the yard. The dog looks like it’s part Pyrenees, and they like to guard their own territory. That he should wander to another farm a mile away, then kill a cat, is extremely odd behaviour.
Had my husband not had to go to the dentist unexpectedly, I wouldn’t have gone out for at least another hour, to do the evening cat feeding. I would have found the sun room half trashed and almost devoid of cats, and I would have found that little calico in the path, and never known what happened – and the dog’s owner would never have known his dog had wandered off.
As we were talking, one of the things he asked me is if we had a BB gun or pellet gun. We do have a pellet gun. I have permission to use it to scare the dog off.
Which is unlikely to happen. I don’t typically carry it with me when I do my rounds!
To be honest, though, I was thinking thoughts about having our crossbow handy.
I am seriously unhappy.
We are dog lovers in this household, but a dog that’s a killer is a different situation altogether.
Hopefully, we will never see it again.
I’m going to miss seeing that gorgeous little calico.
Oh, and jus to top things off, I’ve wrenched my shoulder. When the dog had gone around the back of the house, and my daughter could see it through the sunroom window, in the old kitchen garden, I went around to chase him off. Right now, instead of a rain barrel at the corner, we have the diverter set up. It extends as far as the hand rail with the rose bush growing at it, near the steps for the laundry platform. With how warm things have been lately, there’s been a lot of melted snow from the roof that flowed onto the ground in the space between the handrail and the laundry platform, and towards the cat shelter.
The very space I needed to go through, to get to the old kitchen garden.
It was, of course, very slippery. I used the hand rail to keep myself upright, but still came very close to falling a couple of times. I didn’t think I’d hurt myself, but the more time goes by, the stiffer my shoulders are getting. My right shoulder, in particular, is getting so that it’s painful to move, or raise my arm at all. I’m going to have to pain killer up if I’m going to get any sleep tonight!
I just spent about two hours, working on this bed.
Last year, we had tomatoes against the fence, carrots down the middle, and onions along the bricks in the foreground to about half way, then shallots the rest of the way.
The shallots got drowned, as did most of the carrots at that end. At this time last year, the vehicle gate at the far end of the photo was full of water. While the slightly raised bed meant the surface was above water, it was still too wet for the plant roots.
I set up the tripod and my “spare” cell phone to do a time lapse video of getting this bed ready, which leads me to the frustrating part. When I finished and went to get it off the tripod, I found it was shut down. Low battery. I was curious to find out when it died. I did pause the time lapse part way through, while I went to get something.
I should have stopped the recording instead of pausing it. Then I would at least have had something!
I’ve uploaded the file, but it’s been corrupted by the battery dying. I can’t view the file. Almost 2 hours, inaccessible.
That’s what I get for starting at 73%!
Yeah, it’s charging now.
What I ended up doing was removing the wire “fence” and the dried grass mulch. Then it got loosened with a garden fork before I went back over it by hand, pulling out as many roots and rhizomes as I could. Surprisingly, I kept finding onions! Most of them were even starting to grow. I even found a single shallot that I’d left because it had gone to seed. The seed head was never able to fully mature, but the bulb was still looking viable!
Once I’d cleared the weeds and roots out (including roots from the nearby lilac and elms), the soil got raked back into place, with many pauses to pull out more weeds that got missed. Then I replaced the wire “fence”, planted the onions in the foreground, along the bricks, the single shallot at the opposite end, raked the path clear of grass mulch, weeds and roots. The last step was to water the bed, including the onions and shallot, and pressure spraying the bricks and the boards along the chain link clear of soil.
After I’ve taken a break, I’ll go back to plant peas along the fence. Since the peas will eventually shade anything planted in the rest of the bed, I’m thinking this might be a good place to try planting some of the lettuces we have found ourselves with, since they can also be planted before last frost.
Finally, there’s the sad find.
Before I started working on the bed and was setting up, I decided to check the old dog houses set up near the outhouse, in the off chance one of the cats decided to have their kittens in one of them. The first one I checked, I basically stuck my phone into the opening and took a flash picture, since I can’t actually see all the way to the back.
The entrance to the other old dog house faces the other way, and when I went around to look inside, I was started to find an orange cat lying in the opening, with its head right in the entry.
It was clearly dead for some time.
At first, I thought it was Rolando Moon. We haven’t seen her in a while, and she’s an old cat, but then I realized this cat had longer fur. We’d spotted a long haired orange cat a couple of times – once when my daughter ran out to break up a cat fight. Since then, I’ve found a whole lot of long orange cat fur around the van in the garage, so clearly this cat was being given a hard time by Shop Towel (aka: Sad Face). I actually looked around and under the van to see if I would find an injured cat, there was that much fur. No blood trails, though.
Well, it now looks like the cat found its way into the shelter of one of the old dog houses and succumbed to its injuries.
Crap.
We didn’t know this cat and have no idea where it came from, but I still feel sad that it came here, only to end up dying. At least the ground isn’t frozen anymore, so we’ll be able to bury it.
*sigh*
I really wish Shop Towel wasn’t so aggressive with the other toms. We have a lot of males reaching adulthood right now. Hopefully, he won’t start going after them, too! I’ve been seeing him around for the last few days. He looks in rough shape, so he’s not getting out of these battles unscathed, but still not as rough as The Distinguished Guest – someone else we haven’t seen in a while.
Taking care of the colony is a joy, but it does have its sad times, like today.
First of all, allow me to introduce to you our new addition.
Hello, Marlee!
The poor cat lady was in tears as she passed Marlee on to us. We’ve since been chatting about her history, and my heart just breaks for her. She wasn’t physically abused, quite traumatized. Abandoned by her owners, she watched as her stuff – her cat tower, her litter boxes, everything – was thrown away after her owners kicked her outside. The new owners were “not cat people”, and would chase her away from the drier vent she was trying to keep warm under with a broom. A 90 yr old neighbour with cancer fed her every day for 2 years, before she finally called for help, fearing that no one else would take over if she died. The cat lady trapped her, but was turned away by rescues and vets repeatedly, until her own vet was finally willing to look at her. She was deemed “semi-feral” and would never be a “good” cat. They recommended euthanizing her.
The cat lady kept her, but it was 2 months before she would allow any pets, and she never settled in. She was clearly miserable. When passing Marlee on to us, she said she feared the cat would think she was being abandoned again, but at least she would be safer, outdoors with us on the farm.
Well, we’ll see about that.
When I got home, my brother was here, so after unloading the van, the girls took over while I stayed outside to help him.
Yeah. That’s Marlee, accepting scritches. My daughter had poked her fingers through the baby jail walls. Marlee came right over and head bumped her. So my daughter worked her way to reaching in and petting her, and Marlee was just loving it! She loves head scritches (which make her drool like crazy!), and accepts belly and side pets, but doesn’t like her tail or back touched. She was eating well, too. We’ve got Big Rig in my office/bedroom, too, where she will likely stay while recovering from surgery, and Big Rig is being less friendly than Marlee!
When I told the cat lady about it, she was amazed, and then shared the rest of Marlee’s background story. As she described the people moving out, and the neighbours feeding the abandoned cat, I was picturing some typical urban neighbourhood.
Nope.
That house sold for over a million dollars. And her owners got a house in Toronto, which has some of the most expensive housing in the Canada.
Clearly, lack of funds had nothing to do with the cat being abandoned!
One thing is for sure. We’re going to do everything we can to help this lady settle in to a safe and comfortable forever home. Yes, we still have lots of cats, inside and out, that need to be adopted out, but this one is going to stay.
Which reminds me…
Plushy and Princess (who now have new names) were supposed to go to one family, but two neighbouring households. Well, the two of them get along so well, the family decided not to separate them. They will be in one household, and Grandma will just have to walk over to visit her cat! 😄
On a related note…
When I came out to do my morning rounds, the first thing I saw when I stepped outside was a tiny little tuxedo running around! He quickly dashed under the cat house.
He was a hungry little one! (I’m just using the generic “he” – we have no idea if it’s male or female).
Later on, I spotted the tabby.
Usually, I just see his mostly white face. This is the first time I’ve had a decent look at the markings on the rest of him.
Well. Part of the rest of him.
After I came back from getting Big Rig and Marlee, I spotted the tuxedo again, running around, going in and out of the sun room, and exploring.
Here was have one of the littles, next to one of the oldest kittens!
With all the commotion while the roofers were working, I hardly saw the bitties at all, but I still wasn’t seeing the orange one. This concerned me, so I spent some time trying to see into the cat house, until I spotted what looked like orange fur. One of my daughters was able to come out to give me a hand with opening the cat house to check.
Sadly, the little orange bitty was dead. It’s eyes were crusted shut, and its nose covered with dried mucus. From the looks of it, other cats had been snuggled up to him. It’s possible he had been smothered, or it was a combination of respiratory illness and smothering. It definitely wasn’t the cold. This one did seem smaller and weaker compared to its siblings, so I can’t say I’m surprised, but it was very saddening. We even had someone wanting to adopt him.
As for the other two, we’ve had no luck socializing. I was actually able to catch the tuxedo, but he was NOT happy with that, and I ended up bleeding quite a bit for my efforts! Which, unfortunately, has probably set back our efforts to socialize them.
The cat lady passed on some food donations, including large cans of wet cat food. Tomorrow morning, I think I’ll dump a can into a bowl, break it apart, then spread spoon fulls out all over, making sure the bigger cats are busy with eating before making sure the bitties get their share.
Along with the food donations, she also passed on a couple of cat caves and a bunch of treats, too! She has been able to help us out with the cats so much, we’re more than happy doing what we can to help her back, by taking in Marlee (who I can hear growling at other cats behind me right now, from the safety of her cage). We just did the evening wet cat food feeding in my office, and she was quite happy while she was eating, at least! The grey lady needs some more TLC, I think. 😊
The Re-Farmer 