10 Dec

Sometimes you are too busy rescuing cats….

….to blog about rescuing cats.

That’s me. I started this blog/website to let people in on my crazy, cat rescuing life (that is, when I’m not on your TV selling you stuff) and lately, I’ve been so darn busy rescuing that I haven’t had time to let anyone in on anything–except for the little kittens that I let onto my terrace, and then onto my landing in a comfy crate, and who are now resting happily at my vet. Adopt them here:http://www.adoptapet.com/pet/17194750-brooklyn-new-york-kitten  and here:   http://www.adoptapet.com/pet/17194724-brooklyn-new-york-kitten 

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….and Mama Floof,  Uncle Floof, and the two wee Baby Floofs (who turned out to be, in this order: Maine Coon kittens, Polydactyl, and friendly, so I socialized them a bit and both are in or on their way to their forever homes..)…

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….and Sardine, now Kani, and his little sister Miso, who are also in their forever home. Sardine/Kani was left behind when Miso and mama Evie were rescued–he was too wily and fast to catch–so I headed over with my trusty kitten trap and he was mine in about 15 minutes (take that, seemingly impenetrable construction site in Bushwick!)….

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….and Tuna! Who we found upstate, and looked high and low to find her people and turned up nothing! Tuna, the most affectionate cat on the planet was eartipped, not micro-chipped, no collar and purrs and tummy rubs for days. Tuna is now in HER forever home and let’s hope Lulu the resident cat accepts her…we’re doing the slow intro 🙂

….and Linus! Who showed up at my colony and was WAY too friendly be out on the street. Not chipped, not neutered, ridiculously friendly. Linus also found his forever home 🙂

 

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So remember, if I’m not posting about rescuing, it’s probably because I’m too busy rescuing.

 

 

13 Sep

RIP Tiny Black Olive

When you do rescue, you never know what’s coming next. Take tonight for example: home for the first time in days after a long weekend, gardening on my terrace when I discover not one but TWO new members of the Rooftop Cat Cafe that is my apt. The new guy is polydactyl, and may be accompanying the new kitten that my cat sitter told me about yesterday. All of these beauties will be TNR’d next week! So at least no kittens this winter (paws crossed, anyway)

As I’m gardening, the cold that has been festering all weekend becomes worse and worse, so I cancel my attendance at Improv practice and settle in on the couch, planning to kick this cold with an early night….

…..until this dreaded text

“Sick kitten in front of Westminster and Glenwood RD. Badly off. Flies all around. Head wound.”

Ok. Jump up. Grab carrier, critter gloves, regular gloves, cat food, wallet, water, protein bar (dinner? What dinner?) and throw on pants and shoes (I was relaxing in my indoor gear which I wouldn’t be caught dead on the street in ). I’m running over to the location, texting the guy who sounded the alarm, hoping he’s waiting there keeping the kitten company in its distress….

No one is there. Except one very small, very sick black kitten, hunched over on the pavement, not even flinching away from the large black flies circling its tiny head.

No time to wonder what kind of person could see a sick baby animal and walk away. No time to think about how many other people walked by, stepping OVER the little one as it lay directly under their feet in the middle of the sidewalk. No time to be angry or disgusted or disappointed or any of the other emotions we rescuers experience every day doing this work.

So here I am at the emergency clinic. Olive is very sick, likely with FIP or advanced FeLV. She is jaundiced and anemic. She would need hospitalization, blood transfusions, fluids and IV meds just to stabilize, and the Vet said her chances for recovery would still be very slight.

So: spend hundreds (very possibly more) of dollars to try and stabilize this tiny body wracked with disease, or send her peacefully off and spend that money on a myriad other animals whose chances for survival are far greater? With such limited resources these are the tough questions we find ourselves trying to answer alone in the emergency vet office deep in Brooklyn late at night.

Not alone, not really–my rescue network is vast, and I love these people and trust their hearts. Together we text, call, and FB message, and we arrive at the same page–not without struggle. Every life deserves deep consideration.

So tonight this little kitten passes away peacefully inside, with people who care enough to stay with her and see that she isn’t alone, sick and in pain. She is wrapped in a warm blanket, and held and pet and crooned to while the feel good drugs pass through her system, so she’s floating on a warm cloud when her overtaxed and exhausted heart stops.

RIP tiny Olive.

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No Vet, no matter how lovely, works for free. The care is expert and expensive and without charging a fee, the amazing Veterinarians at VERG South would not be able to continue to save lives, and save lives is what they do. We are grateful to them for their continued work with rescues–and if you can help Small World Animal Rescue pay Olive’s $250 bill, we would greatly appreciate it. Donate here for Olive and everyone else in our care. Hug your animals tonight, and thank you.

 

 

04 Jan

Panda Cat, my new foster and YOUR new kitty?

I found Panda one night a few weeks ago. I was late, rushing to get into the city on time to see a show, and stopped short at the sight of a small black cat with distinctive white markings on it’s face and little white feet. Panda was TERRIFIED, darting behind anything she could find to hide from the traffic of the busy street.

Now, my neighborhood is home to any number of street cats—many of whom are fed by feral feeders like me—and normally my Catress alarm doesn’t go offwhen I see a cat on the sidewalk –after a quick check to make sure he/she isn’t injured, sick or pregnant I usually continue on my way.

This particular corner, however, is not ground zero for street cats—in fact in the 10 years I’ve lived in this ‘nabe I’ve not seen a single one. Add to that the fact that Panda was friendly—coming right up to me and meowing a plea for rescue…I had no choice! All doubt was erased as a garbage truck lumbered past and a panicked Panda squeezed herself into the 3 inch gap behind a metal security gate. Cursing, I ran back to my apt to retrieve a large carrier, a can of salmon, a can of tuna and a large towel. I was hoping I wouldn’t need a trap—she seemed friendly enough and mine was still out on loan.

Success! Panda came running righ back out from behind the metal gate when she smelled the salmon. Into the carrier she went, and I rushed her back upstairs, into my office/foster room. I was still planning to make my show that night, so my preparations for Panda’s lair were harried at best. I threw down a litter pan with litter, gave her food and water and made sure there were a few soft places for a Panda to curl up and sleep…waiting for her rescuer to return, to shower love and affection upon me….

…..or something like that. When I returned Panda was curled up, alright, but as far away from me as possible. She was on top of a stack on old CD’s I’d been meaning to toss out, and when I approached she HISSED. I have to say I was taken aback! She had seemed so friendly…but then I got a hold of myself. This poor kitty has no idea what’s going on. Her fur was so glossy I could only imagine she had either been tossed out or was lost. I let her have her space, and quickly made an appointment for the next morning at my vet. “She should def be scanned for a microchip” I told them.” I’m sure she belongs to someone”.

Unfortunately, it would take a few more weeks of Panda-Care and another vet before we were able to confirm that she wasn’t in fact microchipped. The morning after her rescue Panda was one unhappy kitty at the vet. The vet techs couldn’t get anywhere near her, and I was terrified they’d get hurt if they tried. I had to leave the room while the wrangled her back into her carrier with a pole. Poor Panda. We went home—she to rest, me to order these amazing animal-handling gloves. I also downloaded this guide to clicker-training cats! Pretty cool…

Panda learned quickly. Sure, I had a few moments of terror when she chose to curl up on my chest FAR too close to my FACE…and I found myself wondering if I should be wearing one of these Bee-Keeping masks while the socialization was underway…

Thankfully, in a matter of weeks I no longer needed the gloves, except when I brought Panda back to the vet, just in case. The vet and I decided to tranquilize her so she wouldn’t be traumatized by the vaccines, and while she was under we decided to spay her as well, which was FABULOUS. Later that evening I brought home a slightly sore but newly spayed and vaccinated Panda back to her lair (insert photo), and all was well in Catress’s world…

Meanwhile, Momo and Sweetie seemed unaware that a new foster had taken up residence in the office. I guess they assumed I went in there for 30 minutes a day to work? Not sure, but at least they didn’t seem bothered when I emerged from my Panda petting sessions (or, as my cat sitter calls them, “Panda pet-pets”…

Soon I will list her for adoption. I do want her to be able to leave the confines of my office because she is a social kitty and longs to be explore and stretch her little Panda paws. That said, so many kitties are in crates right now—and those are the lucky rescued ones!—so I’d say Panda has a pretty good deal until I find her a forever home. Keep you posted!

UPDATE 1/4/15:

Panda has become QUITE the smush-cat. She loves being cuddled, DEMANDS that she be picked up and likes nothing more than a long snuggle after a meal (and she loves her meals!)

She is FeLV and FIV negative, spayed, and has all her shots.

We’ve returned to the vet for our rabies booster and Panda was a perfect sweetheart. She’s a fast learner!

Panda is a very talkative ladycat, but we are pretty sure she will pipe down once she is allowed to roam free in her new home. Right now she is still relegated to the back office and this very social lady would far prefer to be mixing it up at your place and curling up in your lap 🙂