Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Cats take the Cuke Challenge!

Several people sent me links recently to videos of cats being scared by cucumbers.  Just google "cats scared by cucumbers" - evidently it's a thing.

Hmmm, I thought.  I wonder why cats are scared of cucumbers?  And is it ALL cats, or just SOME cats?

Enquiring minds wanted to know.

We'll start with the permacats.  The deal is, you're supposed to place cucumbers behind cats when they are otherwise distracted, and when they turn around and see the cuke, they lose their sh*t.

Cukes placed:

They turn around, and .... nope.  Just a sniff.

Soda sniffed the cukes, and Pony sniffed Soda's butt. *sigh*

Okay, let's try the fosters!  Cucumbers placed:

The kittens turn around, and ... nada.

I currently have ... let's see ... seven cats in the house, and not one reacted to the Cucumber Challenge.  Anybody else out there try it?

Monday, November 23, 2015

I'll have what they're having

(images courtesy Passion Fruit @thinkbri on Twitter)

I dunno ...

... I'm pretty sure the last time I was that blissed-out was back in the seventies.

Thursday, November 19, 2015

This is why we do it baybee

I am well aware that, because I do animal rescue work, I am looked on with disdain by a certain percentage of the population.  A "crazy cat lady", as it were, who simply doesn't have enough to fill up her time, and has some weird compulsion to collect as many cats as possible and then simper over them endlessly.  Someone with a screw loose.

Yeah, no.  I do rescue because there are cats out there who are starving.

Who are living in horrible conditions and are helpless.  

Yes, there are people living in poverty who manage to take beautiful care of their animals.  Unfortunately, those people are in the minority.  And we get calls ALL THE TIME for when a situation is out of control; when a relative or authority finally throws up their hands and calls the shelter.

All of these photos are from a home we took cats from this week.  Three pregnant females, and seven kittens of varying ages.

They won't all make it.  Because they were indoor/outdoor cats with no vaccination history, the odds of some of them testing positive for Feline Leukemia or FIV are high.  FIV is survivable; Feline Leuk is a death sentence.  Because the pregnant cats were severely underfed (all of the cats had been visiting area dumpsters desperately trying to supplement their meager diets), they will most likely bear small litters, and not all of the kittens will survive.  If we get a fifty percent survival rate from these cats, that will be considered a sound success.

But we keep telling ourselves the Starfish Story, and we keep plugging on.  Because if we don't do it, who will?  We get zero government funding.  All of our funding comes from individuals; from people who respond to our Facebook and GoFundMe requests; who stop by the shelter or at one of our events and put some change in the donation jar. 

Yeah, we're rolling in dough, all right. NOT.  All of us donate out of our own pockets, deeply, to help the animals who cannot help themselves.

And this, these pictures, this is why I do what I do.  I can't see something like that and not help.  I. just. can't.

Monday, November 16, 2015

The weekend

I took a break from rescue stuff this weekend in a valiant attempt to get caught up on household crap.  But I dicked around in Ithaca all day Saturday, accomplishing exactly ZERO, so Sunday it was time to get to work.  I raked leaves and mowed the lawn and scrubbed the tub and put the gardens to bed and planted a bunch of bulbs.  I'm still not caught UP, but I'm CLOSER, and I even squeezed in a walk yesterday afternoon.

Georgia is reluctantly coming around to the idea that Dean Winchester maybe isn't the WORST kitty ever:

And Tinks elongates in the sunshine:

The leaves are gone off the trees now:

A few crabapples are still holding on:

The tall grasses haven't been weighed down by snow yet:

Somebody's been marking trees:

Look!  Can you spot the cheeepmonk?

There he is!

Thursday, November 12, 2015

So I went to the allergist this morning ... AND YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT HAPPENED NEXT!!

Haha, yeah, I will no longer click on those "... and you won't believe what happened next!" things, just on general principle.

But I DID go to an allergist this morning, on the recommendation of my GP, who is trying to figure out why my nose has been running for, oh, the past TWO YEARS or so.

Forty-two skin tests later, it turns out that I'm highly allergic to ragweed.

I'm also allergic to gerbils, dust mites, guinea pigs, dogs, horses, birch tree pollen ...

... and cats.


Now, before anybody has a cow, I am NOT re-homing my cats.  Nor will I stop fostering.  When I explained this to the allergist, she asked if I would be willing to at least keep the cats out of the bedroom.  When I told her no, not really, she decided that nasal-spray meds to control the symptoms would be the best place to start.  Followed by injections if necessary.



Monday, November 09, 2015


On Saturday, the rescue did an adoption event at a local Tractor Supply.  We don't do same-day adoptions, but some of the kittens had pre-approved applications and were there to go to their new homes, and other kittens came along for the exposure.

Hey, guys, let's go on a road trip!

Taffy was adopted, and that little girl was just over the moon that she was going to have a kitten of her very own:

Gus was adopted, too!  He went to his new home with Blaizley, a one-eyed kitten from the rescue (that's Gus curled up in the woman's arms, there):

 On Sunday, their new folks sent me a picture - I'd say they're settling in just fine:

The rescue took lots more applications on other kittens and cats, which are in the process of being reviewed to make sure everybody goes to suitable homes.

But we had a little problem.  Since Gus and Taffy BOTH went home, that would leave little Georgia all alone at Foster Camp.  Hmmmm ... what to do ...

Meet Dean Winchester!  He came from another foster home, and he'll be staying at my place to keep Georgia company.  Georgia is more than a bit miffed that nobody asked HER about the whole thing, and she's been hissing and growling, but she did that when Taffy joined us, too, and calmed down after a day or two.

So!  On Saturday morning, the Foster Campers were Gus, Taffy and Georgia.  By Saturday night, the Campers were Georgia and Dean.  Big changes at Foster Camp!