A
Ministry of Cats
INTRODUCTION
This blog is dedicated to all the
people who have had faith in me; have trusted me and have supported me both
financially and emotionally. This blog
was supposed to be my big Book that, like an egg that is left uncooked for too
long - goes bad. I started writing this
“book” in January 18, 1999 with a very optimistic outlook and looking through
pink glasses; today, I am wiser and not as naïve. I decided to take the opportunity to use this
blog to share events that led becoming “The
Cat Lady” published, once and for all. Maybe
the delay was a kind of good thing because a lot has happened since I stopped
writing and I can just tack it all on now.
The cats that have become a permanent part of my permanent colony are “unadoptable” because of too many
reasons that I can’t understand: too old at
2 months; has Fiv; has Felv; is
not a lapcat; not friendly enough, rescued
from the streets, not declawed, sheds too much or just not pretty enough. In one instance a pedigree was up for
adoption. We had of course had him
neutered at 6 months of age. “You ruined
him!” the woman cried. She decided not
to adopt him. Does love die that fast? Some of these permanent guests are not socialized, they are learning to trust me but will lose all trust with anyone else - they are semi feral.
I started doing rescue one cat at
a time, never dreaming that I would eventually become the person people called
when a cat was homeless or in trouble.
Yes, doing rescue tends to snowball and pretty soon you’re the Expert in
the area. Be careful, hoarding is the
next step on this lonely ladder if you’re not careful.
It has been 20 years since my
first rescue. My experiences have exposed me to many types
of rescue situations; rescue groups; cats and people. The entire rescue “landscape” has changed
with the introduction of “umbrella” groups and bunching of rescue groups. TNR is currently the New hope of curbing the
stray overpopulation.
I do not regret any of the time
spent on rescues, although some of the people I’ve met have served to educate
me as to what is wrong with people in general.
They’ll run out to take kittens off your hands but refuse to even
consider the homeless mom cat. The
entire Journey has been a Spiritual Path in that I have grown as a person and
see the world through very different eyes; I have learned to talk to total
strangers without letting their opinions overwhelm me. I used to be a very shy individual and when I
first started asking for donations I actually stuttered despite having a HS
theatre background.
Basically, I want people to know
that rescue work will not generate financial prosperitys; like a Random Act of
Kindness, it is a reward in itself. When
I look at Sweetie Pie, one of my rescues, I see that I gave her the opportunity
to become the beautiful cat that she is today.
If I had not trapped her, she would have been run over by a train after
going through sickness and trauma while trying to survive on the train tracks
where she was abandoned at 8 weeks of age.
I grew up in various areas of NY
and one of the constants everywhere that we moved to were abandoned kittens,
cats and dogs. In those days, dogs were
tied to fences and the ASPCA truck would pick them up on a designated day of
the week. People have not changed very
much today.
Perhaps the frustration of not
being able to help them has led to my insistence now that people stop putting
these animals into harm’s way. I want to
say, “Listen people, animals starve, suffer and die because you insist on being
irresponsible and ignorant. Please
CARE! Love the animals; love each other! If you can’t/won’t love them, then leave them
alone.” It seems like a weak cry into a
very strong wind.
My
Big Career Move Began with Individual Rescues
I have a lot of compassion for
Individual Rescuers. They have to use
their own resources and doing adoptions is so hard that many become
overloaded. My exposure to rescue
started out innocently enough. As an Individual Rescuer I found a cat that
needed help and took it to the vet.
After that I realized that in a building across the street from the
local post office someone kept dumping kittens.
I kept taking them in and taking them to the vet and getting them
adopted, keeping the ones that no one wanted.
I never charged adoptions fees and the people who adopted them kept in
touch. If I had a nickel for every
person who told me, “this is your life work” I’d be in good shape now
financially – if it actually generated money.
But apparently these people were right – this is my life work.
I began to get a reputation as
“that wonderful woman who saves cats.” People
began calling for me to help them. Maybe
they thought I had money. I got the sickest cats on the street. Many times
they wouldn’t tell me who gave them my phone number. I guessed it was from someone I helped in the
past or maybe a vet tech. Even my vet
began calling me to bottle feed kittens and to foster cats!
With Feral Cats I learned about Trap Neuter Return (TNR). Trapping, Recovering and Returning cats that can't be socialized was another challenge that I had to get through. The work got harder and harder. The money kept going out. The satisfaction of seeing cats transformed from sickly, skinney and scrabby was priceless.
When they’re newborn to about 5
weeks, the feeding schedule is about every 30 minutes to about 1 hour. At three weeks feeding is about every 2-3
hours and at 4 weeks every 3-4 hours (depending on the Individual Kitten’s
need.) Once they’re 5 weeks old, it gets
easier; they can go 4-5 hours until the next bottle. At this point I mix a little Beech Nut Chicken
and Chicken Broth baby food with Nutrical (comes in a tube and is vitamins in a
paste) into the KMR (Kitten Milk Replacer).
Giving cats or kittens regular milk will give them diahhrea and they can
dehydrate pretty fast when they have the runs. This picture was taken from This link: https://pethelpful.com/cats/Newborn-Kitten-Care-The-First-Six-Weeks
It has more information on Newborn Kitten Care. It has a link to a video about how to hold a kitten while feeding them.
At 6 weeks I start introducing
them to kitten food with KMR. The
consistency of this is like oatmeal. This
bottle feeder began to look haggard at this point.
I was given a partner when I
rescued a dog, Max, he was a Junkyard dog.
When the lot was sold Max was turned out into the street. We ran into each other and he became a
wonderful, loving part of my life. He
blossomed and began to look like the German Shepherd he was born to be. The only “problem” is that Max became a cat
rescuer. Walking Max turned into a
rescue operation. “Max what are you
looking at?” Under a car or cowering in
a driveway would be a cat or kitten.
“oh, Max please stop finding these cats.” Of course, I couldn’t leave them there. One thing that I believe is that you ought
not to tell yourself that “someone else will help them.” That’s not true and while the animal (dog or
cat) is left without that “someone else” their situation gets worse and worse
until they die or get run over by a car.
The ball is in your court – deal with it, help. When I first started there were no resources
for anyone. Today there are resources
that are available even for Individual Rescuers.
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