My Greek kitty crew

Thursday, July 28, 2011

Rosie & Rufus


YES! - the little girl is back and thank you ALL so much for your warming words of encouragement and sweet prayers. I believe Rosie felt it all because this girl has made good progress (according to her actual condition). She returned back home yesterday after 3 days of observation at the vet. I could see a brighter look in her eyes and when she was released back into her room she instantly went for the food bowl - and washed it down with water! Seems silly, but my hands went in the air as this was the first time ever I've seen her drink water... woohoo!! It was as if she instantly wanted to quell my fears (I brought her to the vet because she'd stopped eating and didn't drink any water at all - and I seriously wondered if she would pull through).

Well, she pulled another surprise on me just an hour later when the entire motley kitty crew arrived for their evening meal. There's usually 6-8 of them that gathers in the kitchen for a little yummy snack (wet food). When I went to feed them my husband stayed behind in the room with Rosie and we decided to leave the door open so she could get a sense of her new colony to stimulate her sense of belonging. We sat back with dropped jaws as Rosie swooped out of her room and went straight to Noona's bowl,  pushed her aside and started eating! Noona was startled but indulged the little stranger that seemed to appear out of nowhere. It was a wonderful scene where all happily ate together and it was obvious that this was something Rosie had been used to before. After the meal had finished she was sniffed by a few and popped back into her room.

Here she reclined back onto her little "Teddy-bear" blanket. Apparently (I did a search about kitten depression online) a "Teddy-bear" blanket sprayed with a few whiffs of Feliway mimics the softness of a kitty mom and has a calming scent. It acts as a  pleasing "surrogate" after the removal from kitty mom. She purrs loudly and kneads her little blanket real well and now - instead of retreating into her box - she sleeps on her "Teddy-bear." She is doing well (even plays a tiny bit as you can see in the first image) and yet this little furry bundle has to gain a LOT of strength. She is still anemic and needs loads of rest. 

As I mentioned in my last post, Rufus (I have come to believe her brother is a little boy??) has had the same treatment for worms and parasites. He didn't go to the vet as Rosie because he is very boisterous and roams around with kitty mom, but I have been back to the park everyday to feed him and since he lets me handle him I've been able to give him the treatments. All images above of both Rosie and Rufus are from today. If you see the images from 12 days ago (when I first discovered them both) you can see that Rufus' furcoat looks so much better, he has put on weight too and he actually has a softer look in the eyes. If you wonder about the shiny  streak of fur by his ear it's due to that he gets fed a special wet food to boost his immune system and the excitement usually stirrs up such a commotion that a bit of it lands on his head. Today he didn't mind polishing off a few dry pellets as well!

Monday, July 25, 2011

When it's all too much for a little kitty


So as you know, this little girl was brought to the vet for some intensive care for three days. During the course of the three days she was treated for intestinal parasites and fleas (she was virtually being eaten inside out) and even though she was very weak, she ate well. Upon bringing her back home she was still weak (she barely stood on her legs when she was brought back) but still with a good appetite. We had lot's of physical contact - and she purred every time. Unfortunately she didn't drink any water at all and Saturday she began to develop constipation and showed signs of great discomfort (many small squeaks and barely eating). Saturday evening she was treated manually by a vet to help her do her toilet. It helped but it appeared it'd really exhausted her. I had hoped she would be back to eating Sunday morning but she still didn't eat - also not drinking. She just wanted to sit in her little box quite withdrawn. It somehow appeared that she had the same problem - not really being able to do her toilet. This evening I brought her back to the vet. I was surprised when he informed me that she didn't have  constipation and she didn't have a fever - there was no obvious signs of anything wrong with her. But he said she was feeling down.  

When you do your uttermost it can feel a bit discouraging, but in a sense I wasn't surprised. I've been trying to feel and register her and I did get sensations that she missed her sibling, kitty mom and her old environment (as horrible it might all have appeared to me!). I've been in such a contradiction about this that at times I've almost wanted to bring her back to her kitty mom and sibling (as crazy as this might sound). But I know I couldn't possibly. When I picked her up from the vet last week I was told to keep her from other cats for 10 days because she was so weak that she couldn't possibly fend for herself. But you can imagine the contradiction and my urge to want to bring her back together with her little family (yes, I also pondered trying to capture her feral kitty mom and sibling to bring them back here, but knew it would cause further distress).

Well, for the moment she is staying with the vet for some observation. Apparently she instantly started eating again - maybe the noise of other cats has a strange calming effect on her, given the fact she comes from an environment with a colony of cats. I am so hoping and believing though that she will eventually be able to settle here in spite of the many seeming changes to her little life. 

Running parallel to her story - the little black kitten (her sibling) has had the exact same treatment as she had this week (for fleas and intestinal parasites). I've been back every day feeding him lots of nutritious food. He is doing very well and is very strong (always first at the foods bowls). 

Now I patiently wait for little girls return (I think her name is Rosie). This attempted rescue has been a valuable lesson for me in that when I thought I could take her away and rescue her physically, I didn't really consider that I would be depriving her of an emotional/social need (from being part of a colony of cats - even though she's only little). 

I humbly proceed and hope to learn faster and better for the sake of the cats.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

What further happened...


As said, I did go back the same evening. This time I stepped into the little town "park" - a mostly dirty little space between two roads (one busy and one not so busy). The irony was, that when I stepped inside this space there were plenty of water bowls and food stations - somebody obviously feeding these cats. Pretty mucky - but nevertheless. I'm sure a goodhearted attempt Greek style, which means just looking after the basics but which further means, lots and lots of pregnant cats - again a case of some way too young (one I'd guess not more than 20 weeks old). It's not a pretty sight. And cat flu... every other cat sneezing and coughing. You get the picture. A full blown cat colony with no control. 

I spotted all the adult cats first, even though I was looking for the little white and grey tabby. After a while I spotted the little black kitten - just sitting quietly on the paved area. And then I spotted the white and grey tabby - almost camouflaged within the paving. Also sitting very quietly - listless really. To cut a lot of words short - still not eating (or showing any signs of interest) and as mentioned in an obvious critical condition I decided to come back the next morning with what I know from other cats to be super yummy wet food. As it is with ferals you never know when they'll be around so unfortunately no signs of the kittens the next morning. I did wonder if it'd been too late to rescue the listless kitten but to decided to give it another go the same evening. This time it sat in the earth and I honestly nearly didn't see it - again so still that it just completely blended in. No longer with any energy to flee I popped a plate right it front of it and luck! - it started to eat. Whilst it ate I gently stroked it - I knew it'd be too exhausted to escape. After it finished eating I thought it needed to go to the vet straight away, so I tried something a bit daring. I picked it up and just held it up to my chest with the result of a quiet purring! I sensed its urge to escape but I believe the urge to be resuced was greater. I honestly felt it wanted to be rescued.  My husband was with me and we both agreed to seize the moment and bring it straight to the vet. After he'd driven the car around I just litterly carried it and held it in my hands as we drove the luckily short distance to the vet.

As I handed the kitten to the vet he gasped at how emaciated this kitten was. Just bones and absolutely nothing else. Upon examination it turned out it was a little girl and almost on cue she let go of a bit of water - and sorry for being a bit graphic - but lets just say that it wasn't pee. A test was instantly made and it turned out that she had stomach parasites - apart from being completely flea ridden. We agreed with the vet to let them keep her for three days to give her some intensive care and to let her gain some strength. 

Meanwhile... I've been back several times to feed and check on the little black kitten. I've spotted it moving around with it's kitty mom and they've eaten together. The difference with the little black kitten is that he's shown a lot of gusto - he is very eager when he eats. I can gather that he must have the same problem - stomach parasites. I'll find a way to get him treated as well, but I want to try to get him back with his mum. It is possible that maybe white and grey tabby is a sibling, but in agreement with the vet - it would not be the right thing to put this little girl back on the street again. Now we wait and hope she makes good progress at the vet - then the next step will be to bring her back and let her recuperate with a lot of tlc before introducing her to the rest of the troops.

This tiny 1 pound has got me good already.  More to come soon.

P.S. In this image above you can spot a bigger kitten making an attempt to play - this little one just simply didn't have the strength to engage in play.

Sunday, July 17, 2011

What gets you?


Cats gets me. As in - they get to me in a deep inner way. This morning I went about my Sunday morning with camera in hand as I like to do most Sundays. On Sundays I like travelling around the island taking photos of all sorts of things. Today I went to a place with lots of old shutters - full of charm and atmospheric patina. It's all very pleasant and enjoyable. Only as I go about my morning I'm aware of a slightly uneasy feeling, so I know something is in store - only I don't know what.

After a while I pack up my camera and slowly head out of town. Just as I roll out of the narrow streets I spot a back-yard with a small colony of cats. A very familiar scene only there's this black little guy sitting in front of them all and his skinniness instantly troubles me. Most cats are adults and looks sort of allright but the little black kitten is clearly emaciated. I get out of the car to leave a bit of food and to check if there's any water in the two plastic containers left of the wall. There's no water at all in the plastic containers  (and it is seriously hot at the moment) so I fill them both to the brim. I leave some food as well but the little guy goes straight for the water. He's obviously dehydrated. Afterwards he disinterested nibbles a bit of food. Maybe it's a sign that someone feeds these cats but I can't quite figure then why this little one is so emaciated. I can't approach him as he's a little feral so I sit back in the car and take a few shots with my camera.

As I sit and take a few shots this other little guy appears out of the shade from somewhere. And with this one it is serious. He (or she) has this pained, rigid and very slow walk. Like there's nothing left in the tiny body to keep the limbs going. As I step out of the car to get a closer look he staggers back towards where he came from so I instantly step backwards again. I get the sense that he urgently needs water so I place one of the plastic containers as close as I can and step further back. He doesn't drink but finds the food and grabs one pellet with his mouth - and lets it drop again. It appears there's no strength left.

I'm left in a huge contradiction as I want to help these two little kittens - and I want to do it now. But I've go no transport box and  they're too feral (meaning they could go into some sort of chock if I try to catch them in this extreme heat). I feel genuinely concerned about the little white and grey tabby and decide to come back in the evening when it's cooled off. His state is just such that I don't know if he'll make it through the day.

As I drive away I'm aware that a morning full of "perfectly pleasant" has completely subsided. These kittens "got me." Cats in need gets me. I cannot stand their pain. It stays with me until I've figured what I can do to help them. And it's a strange feeling - a peculiar contradiction. I feel like God gave me cats. It brings me into contact with inner chambers of myself. It's a place where I like to be.

I know a crisis psychologist who travels around the world whereever major catastrophes takes place. He once described how much he loves his job because it makes him feel alive and how he just loves the way peoples humanity instantly kicks in when a catastrophy has occured. Everyone helps everyone. I can utterly relate to the feeling why he loves his job.

What gets you?

P.S. I will go back later today and see if there is anything I can do. 

Friday, July 15, 2011

A brave little soul

So the little miss Noona was spayed two days ago and is now recovering quietly - mostly sleeping indoors. She is such a braveheart considering the ordeal she's been through already. As you will see in the third image she is not through recovering from the mammary hyperplasia yet, but since she had bad side effects from the last treatment the vet decided it was better to let her recover for 10 days and to then go ahead with spaying her. That will now settle her hormones, which hopefully will make the last swelling go away.

It's increddibly rewarding to see how beautiful her face has become - just compare these two images above from day 3 and week 3. The look in her eyes has become so soft (top image).

In this image above (after being spayed) you can get an idea of how skinny she really was when she was rescued. You can see she is still quite skinny - and that's after more than three weeks of eating a highly nutritious  diet. 

It took a very long time for her to begin to preen herself and it's wonderful to finally see her being able to. She physically simply wasn't able to with all the extra weight as seen in the above image.

So far she's endured two horrible hormone treatments, an abortion, being on intravenous fluid during the days of the bad side effect of the hormone treatment, being spayed, trying to find her own space in a new colony of cats and still trying to recover from a stubborn cold (which she's proably carried around since she was a kitten).  Luckily she is VERY affectionate and we have some lovely nose rubs. It naturally does her a lot of good and gives her the strength to go on. She truly deserves a second chance and to live a life where she doesn't need to fight for her survival. I think she's done enough of that.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Portraits of two young boys

It's not the first time I've posted about these two young boys but there's moments where I just stop and get a little amazed at how far things have come in terms of the trust and confidence they've developed since their feral start to life about 9 months ago. Today I was quietly sat taking a few shots of Noona (who was finally spayed yesterday - and she looks so good), when these two boys came inside and kept us company. Tiny snuggled up next to us whilst Ninja chilled on the cool floor - and naturally I just had to turn my lense to capture a few shots of these two handsome boys too.

There's something about the shots that captures their natures very well - Ninja looks almost a bit oriental next to an old Chinese drawer, whilst Tiny looks soft snuggled in the quilts.  Even though they have quite a different facial expression they're both very cuddly and giddy and I just love how affectionate they've become. They're such great teachers to me in terms of the virtue of patience. 

Above is an image of where it all started  - two tiny strangers in the garden. They lived in the little dark den you can spot in the background and they used to flee at the speed of a lightning rod whenever they as much as heard a footstep approaching. This image is taken from a long distance away - I was obviously captivated by their cuteness. I never dreamt of them chilling on a sofa next to me!

New shots of little miss Noona tomorrow.

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

A ghostly little presence


Just had to share this image and story - maybe it's gone around the world by now, I don't know. 

I think I'd be freaked out a little if I had found an image like the one above on my window - which is what happened to a woman in England. This text and iamge is from BBC News...
A woman returned to her Cumbrian home to find a near perfect imprint of an owl on her window.

The bird had apparently crashed into the window of Sally Arnold's Kendal home, leaving the bizarre image - complete with eyes, beak and feathers. Experts said the silhouette was left by the bird's "powder down" - a substance protecting growing feathers. Mrs Arnold said she could find no sign of the owl, so assumed it had flown off without serious injury. She said: "Our first concern was for the welfare of what we suspected was an owl and we opened up the window to check if it was still around. Fortunately, there was no sign of the bird and we can only assume that it had flown away probably suffering from a headache."

I hope the bird survived with no major injuries and hope it'll cope with that much less powder down for it's growth.

Image via BBC News/RSPB/PA

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Little golden deities

This evening we had a particularly spectacular sunset. All the characters gathered on the wall in front of the house as if to enjoy the glow which (I thought) made them all appear like little golden deities. 

As for the activities of this past week Molly above had to have a large abcess treated. She is one of the shy ferals which I've only just recently got to stroke. I felt terrible about having to grab her to go to the vet, but there was no two ways about it - it was an infected bite wound.

Also this week Pepper (mother to Tiny, Ninja and in the last round Twinkle) had, God better it, another litter of kittens. Yes, say what! She is a world class escape artist and has espaced various cage-trappings, two times getting netted (by a proffesional!) and being drugged with a sleeping pill in the attempt to catch her for neutering. Yes, I can hear the God's laughing at me in the light of my last post. She gave birth the day after!! At least this time around the weather is on her side (it's very warm day and night and not a raindrop in sight). I will try to keep things calm at base and hope she did like last time, where she eventually brought the kittens around.

When Molly (again above) came back from her vet treatment I felt concerned that it would be the end of her confidence with me for a long while. I was extremely touched when she sat at her usual spot the very next morning waiting for me to come give her food  - and she let me pet her! I was so humbled.

And it seems Humphrey's (above) owners has arrived for the summertime - he looks very well fed and very happy. He arrived skinny and in a clearly depressed state after his owners left during winter time.  Now he just comes for an evening snack - cats are clever! 

Noona is making great progress and will be going in for her neutering this coming week. She's found out what it means to play and being a kitten again - so delightful. More images to come this coming week. 

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

The suffering you will have prevented

A pair of kittens before being spayed and neutered last week at the Marin Humane Society in Novato, Calif. 
Marin Humane Society  is credited with opening the first private, low-cost spay and neuter clinic in the U.S

I received a link to a great article this morning from Mariette's Back to Basics. The article informs that fewer pets are being killed due to spay and neutering programs - and isn't that just brilliant news! 

The news comes from Los Angeles and here's a small extract:

"It took years of campaigning to change thinking about sterilizing pets, but it has paid off. This year fewer than 4 million unwanted dogs and cats will be euthanized, down from as many as 20 million before 1970.

There are several reasons: Aggressive adopt-a-pet campaigns are carried out every day in cities all over the country and breed rescues save many dogs. But animal experts believe spaying and neutering has played the biggest role in saving so many lives.

Nearly every public shelter, private rescue or animal welfare organization in the country donates money, space or time to low-cost spay and neuter clinics.

Spaying and neutering has become the law in some states, counties and cities. Many states require all shelter animals to be sterilized. Rhode Island requires most cats to be sterilized, and Los Angeles requires most dogs and cats to be spayed or neutered by the time they are 4 months old.

While shelters are firmly onboard, the biggest problem has been selling sterilization programs to pet owners."

And this is where I would like to place a comment myself...

I've come across this regretable attitude several places (countries), in particular here in Greece. I'm not sure what kind of conviction this stance comes out from - some religous (and no offense) but mostly I think just out of pure ignorance. If anyone has ever watched the miserable suffering of a cat born in the wild (and dogs too) it might make them change their mind. Truly and seriously.

If you've ever been responsible for having just one female cat spayed - just take a moment to appreciate these numbers:
  • The average number of litters a fertile cat can produce in one year is 3
  • The average number of kittens in a feline litter is 4–6
  • In seven years, one female cat and her offspring can theoretically produce 420,000 cats
  • Only 1 in 12 of those 420,000 cats born find a home! (based on estimates in America)

That is a WHOLE lot of misery and suffering you will have prevented from entering into this world!

On top of this... if only ignorant people knew how safe, simple and fast these procedures are. I've observed both spaying and netuering - both is done with very small incisions and with the use self-absorbing sutures (no sutures needed for males in what I've observed). It's all done in no time.

Thank goodness for those low-cost spay and neuter clinics appearing in America. I wish it'd spread all around the world.  

Sunday, July 3, 2011

A few answers...


There's been a few questions recently as to how the cats that I rescue live. 

Well first of all, we live together on a small Cycladic island in a small estate at the end of the white track you can discern on the left hand side in the image above. It is set in a small bay which is a nature preserved area and therefore very friendly to any nature creature  - given the fact that they are looked after of course. We're so lucky that we have a small bungalow/apartment (which was meant for another purpose!), but which has now become the home for those cats that have directly been rescued - meaning they suffered in one way or another. We have another 5-6 feral/semi-feral cats which lives in and around the garden. They have access to an outdoor sheltered space with blankets, but unless it rains they prefer to sleep in bushes or under the neighbors abandoned rowing boat (it's a very warm climate here). They would freak out in a confined space. The rescue cats spend much of their time outside but love to snuggle indoor at night time or when it is just too hot outside (which it is at the moment). Finding the right purpose for the little bungalow has evolved naturally over time. It's small with a combined kitchen/living room and a seperate bedroom, which now acts as the recovery room for any newcomer. It's just the perfect space for the cats. I've long admired this lady - and who knows... this place might one day look similar.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

But then there's the sunshine...


Admitted, it was a very tough week but my goodness how all your kind and compassionate words helped carry me through. Yesterdays sad turn of events did make me count my lovely blessings - the gorgeous furry bundles whose lives were saved from a certain death or a miserable existence by the dumpsters. They truly are my sunshine and light up my days.  Given the fact that we've had an extremely hot day today they all retreated inside for some cool chillin', which gave ample opportunity to grab a few new snapshots. In this image above it's Tiny who was the first official rescuee - he was litterally dying from a severe respiratory infection when he was just 7-8 weeks old. Him and his brother Ninja (below) were the first to appear in the garden last fall. They were two feral kittens - now a couple of  cheeky young goof balls, which I can cuddle.

Then there's lovely Benji. Rescued from a dumpster life by a busy road when he was 5-6 months old (grabbed him when I found him badly mauled and with a flu). He is amazing. He is so kind and so placid. He has turned out to be so perfect with the little kittens. He used to be really hyper but looking after the kittens, it seems he's found a purpose in life. You might have seen the lovely images of him and Twinkle a few weeks ago and he simple adores Emma.

And Emma adores  him right back. Here it's Emma below - rescued when she was 7-8 weeks old. She was drowning in the neighbors water container. It appeared she was a little kitten that had gotten lost from mommy kitty (maybe mommy kitty died). She used to look for something to suckle whenever cuddled - obviously she was missing the warmth of suckling milk. Well guess what... she has taken to snuggling tightly with Benji - and suckling under his armpit! Yes, Benji is a boy :-) It is the cutest sight. The lovliest thing is that they both purr loudly and completely blisssed out. A typical moment is one like the one above where Benji is deeply asleep and Emma will creep in and start suckling!

Don't belive this girl for a moment (above). She is just looking up as if not to get caught in the act! But she does indeed suckle Benji. He'll usually embrace her with his big tender paws. Her impish cuteness is illegal. Twinkle is absent in this photoshoot as he was busy being a big boy sleeping in the bushes. He loves hanging out with these guys.

And of course the darling Noona. So tired but sooo very happy to be back home again this morning. We had a "Noona fest" where we just fussed over her for an hour before she desperately wanted a sleep. Here she is resting in my husbands arms. Purring the entire time before she fell asleep.

And having talked of my little sunshines... I received a Sunshine Award a few days ago from Mariette's Back to Basics - a lady with a passion for travel, gardening, fine things, etiquette and manners (and honestly, where do you find that these days??). I'm thrilled whenever the stories of these otherwise unwanted little people of God reaches the world and I thank you for helping me spread the word. 

Very fittingly I would like to pass on the award to Sunshine, author of Such Life In The Tropics. She was the very first person to leave a comment on Gods Little People and it spurred me on at a time where I seriously didn't think anyone was out there reading this blog. She's a loyal blog companion (I really appreciate the quality of loyalty!) and I love reading her blog - so full of life, humor, happy days and a sense of celebrating life - and we share a great love of animals. I always thought her blogger name couldn't be more fitting.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Working in the trenches

 Noona earlier this week observing the kittens play.

Thank you ALL so much for your immense kindness. Your words have warmed so much and encouraged me hugely. They have helped carry me through a very painful week.

As mentioned in the last post Noona went in for her second treatment for mammary hyperplasia. During the afternoon though, after having come back from the vet, she developed a bit of a peculiar behavior. She started eating bits of gravel from her toilet tray, stopped drinking, ate very little and seemed generally very tired. I spoke with different vets to try to collect some intelligence about this peculiar behavior and were told to give it a bit of time. The next day she developed a cold (again) - she just finished a course of antibiotics for a cold. This made it somewhat difficult to discern her symptoms because it is a well known fact that a cat (just like humans) doesn't really eat or drink if it is unwell. I was adviced to replace the gravel in her toilet tray with sand - which I did - and then she started licking the sand! Still not drinking any water. Yesterday morning I brought her back to the vet  to be monitored and to have some intravenous fluid. Well I just came back from visiting her. She seems to be doing well - they haven't observed her eating from the toilet tray and she is eating a little. I had a lovely nuzzle with her - nose to nose as we do - and I felt moved when she wanted to show me her 'good-will' by eating as eagerly as she could. She will be taken off the intraveenous fluid this afternoon and if she remains as stable as she is now, she will come home tomorrow morning. Her treatment for the hyperplasia has otherwise worked really well - they swelling has gone down so much. Unfortunaly the treatment is so new that no written documentation exists about possible side effects in cats (only in dogs). I need this little girl to recover and come home (I told her I would collect her tomorrow!) - because it has been an otherwise very sad week.

The mammary glands having shrunk so much that Noona can finally sit with her front paws together.

Last weekend two new feral cats appeared in the garden. An adult and a 6-7 month old kitten. Both extremely emaciated. The mature cat ate well - the little one tentatively. As with feral cats you can't actually get too close -  but I could see the little one wasn't too well and I've frankly never seen a cat with such sad eyes. You know, where you can see the expression in the eyebrows. It was very painful. I instantly tried to establish a connection because I knew this one too had to go to the vet. I simply sit down on the floor at what for them will feel like a safe distance. And I start to talk. I let the cat know that it is safe and that I will look after it - if it will allow me to. She - I named her Kimmie - listened and within the next couple of days she was within an arms reach. I could see her breathing was strenuous. Monday night I told her to be there in the morning if she would allow me to get her help (I was going to vet with Noona and thought to bring this one along). She wasn't there in the morning (guess I forgot to be specific!) but suddenly in the evening she appeared before me - clearly not with an ounce of energy left. It was just before closing time at the vet so I leapt for a transport box and my mobile phone and asked if I could bring her in. They instantly brought him! into intensive care. Upon examination the following morning it turned out he had a very bad double-sided pheumonia and they put him on intravenous antibiotics. I prayed and I prayed... I so badly wanted this little beauty - a long haired brown tabby - to live. But sadly this morning, as I received the news that Noona was stable,  Kimmie had just given up the battle. The pain stung so badly. The inevitable I should have gotten him there earlier kicked in. And then there's the mental predicament. Why do I get so carried away by these little furry lives? 

I just can't stand their pain. I can't stand the thought that they don't actually stand a fighting chance. This week I also pulled aside a 10-12 week old kitten that had just gotten run over by a car. They matter so little that no one can be bothered to check on the life they've just left behind to die. And another kitten - even younger - that sat at the dumpster for a few days looking for food. I fed it for a few days but it has now disappeared. Gone no doubt. 

Many years ago I was taught a valuable lesson - that just because you care or do a kind act - you shouldn't expect from others to do the same. You do it because that is how you have decided to be as a human. Sometimes it feels as if I'm working in the trenches on my own - but at the end of the day... I feel so honored.

P.S. Mariette, my dear friend, thank you so much for the Sunshine award. I will return to that in my next post.