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"Don't you get bored" - The answer

Posted on July 24, 2015 at 4:40 AM Comments comments (0)

I'm often asked when people first arrive and get out of their cat "Don't you get bored out here".  So far I've managed to contain my myrth at this question.  Now let me see.  I'll give you a normal days routine out here and you tell me if I'm likely to get bored.  Crazy, yes.  Exhausted, yes.  Overworked and underpaid, yes.  Bored, you be the judge.

First I attempt to wake up.  Normally pretty unsuccessful, but I do a good imitation most days.  The reason is that the night before, or should I say morning, I've generally made it to bed about 1am.  The normal work day begins at 4.30am in Spring and Summer and about 6am in Autumn and Winter.  And I'm no spring chicken, so yes getting out of bed these cold mornings isn't easy.

First port of call is the obligatory cup of strong, hot coffee.  Without which I'd be curled up in the middle of the kitchen floor crying like a baby. This is immediately followed by the second one, because let's face it, one is never enough. 

While I'm waiting for the second jug to boil I release the inside cats, who dispite having litter trays in their room, always look like they're making a dash for the front door with their little legs crossed.  I usually have time to clean their litter tray, refill their water bowl, straighten up their beds and put out fresh dry feed.

Second coffee finished I then do the second room in the house which contains new arrivals.  Their litter tray is cleaned, floor swept, bedding replaced if necessary, general cleaning done, fresh water and dry feed put down for the day.

By this time Khan (the german shepherd pup) has found the kitchen water bowl and paddled in it leaving a trail of very large paw prints across the floor to where he sits staring pointedly at the cat in an accusatory manner.  Totally pointless of course but hey he's a puppy.  The cats normally just lay there with this stoic look on their faces.

The washing from the night before is taken out of the machine and hung out.  I have no intention of leaving it lying around for a pile of cats to get cosy on.

Washing up is then done and house floors swept.  Bedding throughout the house is replaced where necessary and general water and dry feed bowls are topped up.

Older cats or ones needing extra feeds are called to the back porch for their wet food, currently 5 cats are in this routine.  I wait for them to finish otherwise Khan cleans up whatever is left on their plates when they're finished.  Not too much of a problem but he then feels obliged to pick up the dishes and desposit them heaven knows where for some reason.  He's gradually learning that he leaves them until I say it's OK but I have to be there to say it. :P

On the way outside the water and feed bowls on the front porch are topped up.  The ramp leading outside usually needs sweeping on the way down and if I've been bright enough the night before to bring the broom upstairs it will get done.  If not tough cookies, it'll just have to wait.

Once downstairs I fight the almost overwhelming urge to turn around quickly and run back inside at the speed of light.  The day has now begun.

First cattery is Chubby and his little family.  They need to get out for a run early in the day before any of the larger catteries are done.  They need litter tray cleaned and litter topped up or replaced.  Water bowl cleaned (they love to paddle) and fresh water replaced.  Dry feed is almost always empty so has to be refilled.  Couch has to be brushed down and bedding either adjusted or replaced in the carriers and cages they use to sleep in.  Last chore is to sweep the floor and find all their missing balls.  Then I rattle their wet feed dishes and stand back as they all rush in for breakfast.  I wait a nano second until they've cleaned their plate and then collect it, put it on their table and leave.

Next cattery is made up of young adults and they're all waiting anxiously to have their daily exercise.  There are two very large litter trays to be cleaned with litter either replaced or topped up.  One large dry feed bowl to be topped up.  Bedding to be straightened and replaced if necessary. Floor to be swept along with their large rug.  Cats are checked as I go for any sign of health issues or injuries.  The supply of cans in their cattery is checked to make sure there is sufficient because believe me when you call these guys in for their afternoon feed you don't want to suddenly realise you don't have enough.  Been there, done that, don't want to do it again.

Next cattery just has a few adult cats who don't get out while anyone else is out running around.  They get canned food so they don't feel deprived while I do their litter trays, dry feed and water bowls, bedding and floor.  These guys each have separate dishes because they like different canned foods which of course means extra work for me but hey I'm just the lacky around here.

The next cattery contains a mother and her daughter, a semi feral and a few kittens who just love to drive me insane.  The kittens are release to run around while I do the litter tray because to leave them in there would be sheer and utter madness.  I'd have kittens on my back, my head, underfoot and with their little noses in the litter bag.  It's much faster to just let them out for a run and then they're everyone elses worry not mine. Fortunately they adore Khan so he keeps them busy playing chasey.

Next cattery is the three fatties.  No I'm not being mean, I'm being honest.  One has FIV although you'd never know it.  They to need their litter tray cleaned, topped up or replaced and dry feed and water bowls topped up and replaced.  Their floor space is normally pretty clean and tidy unless there's been a lot of wind in which case I swear a lot, mumble incoherently to myself and get to work.  Because Tom has FIV these guys only get out for a run occasionally.  Not because Tom would pick a fight but because he tends to get picked on.

Next cattery is Mum and kittens.  Two large litter trays plus dry feed and water.  I think at least one of the kittens is a water paddler because there's alway only a tiny bit of water left in the bottom and it's a large dish.  They get their wet food and if you value your life you stand well back when you put it down.  I wait until their finished and check the remaining supplies while I wait.

Next comes GooGoo.  Poor boy is all on his own but he doesn't seem to mind.  His cattery is normally spotless and everything just needs a top up.  He gets a dish of wet food as well as his dry feed and of course the obligatory pats and cuddles.

While I'm in this section I feed the ducks and hens and fill their respective water containers.  This time of the year I don't have to worry about collecting eggs from weird and wonderful places.

Next comes the cattery with more young adults.  These guys are always straining and pushing one another to be the first out the door.  They go out for a play and exercise while I'm doing their 5 large litter trays, water bowl and dry feed bowls.  Bedding in here needs rearranging daily and replacing about every second day.  The large floor area has to be swept daily and their big doona needs shaking out to keep it soft and comfy. Supplies of canned food, dishes and something to dish it out with in the afternoon are checked to make sure I haven't wandered off with something I shouldn't have the day before.  I can be a bit of a twit sometimes.  It's usually about this time that I have to tell Browdie to leave Buddy the hell alone and JoJo decides it would be a good idea to chase whoever happens to cross his path.

Next is the old boy who came in from living in drains in Lowood.  He's on a special diet for his kidneys and the vets still aren't sure he's going to make it.  But he's gaining weight and dispite the fact that he's had such a tough time I think he just may make it.  His dry feed and water are done and he gets his Hills wet food.  While he's eating that I adjust or replace his bedding.

At this stage I collect a large bag of dry cat feed to fill the various food dishes in various spots outside so the little guys have access to dry food while they're having their daily exercise and don't eat all their dinner in their catteries before being put back in.

The main body of ducks both calls and muscovies are fed and their large wading pools filled with water.  The other two lots of sussex chooks are fed and their water tipped out and replaced.  I do have to collect eggs from the Sussex but fortunately they only lay in their coup.

Then it's back to catteries with the main big cattery needing to be done.  This one has a small outside run attached where the little guys like to lay in the sun and roll in the grass.  There are 5 large litter trays in here, 2 large water dishes and 2 large dry feed dishes.  The floor space is huge and needs daily sweeping out and bedding always needs rearranging or replacing due to the high levels of activity in here.  The supply of canned food stored in the bookcase is checked to make sure all the various types required are available for the night feeds and utensils are also checked for dishing out later in the day.

By this time the pile of washing I've been collecting has to be seen to be believed and my poor little twintub is in for yet another bashing.  I put on the first load and take in (weather permitting) the load that I put out first thing in the morning.  While the washing is on and after I've stashed away the dry load I go to feed the kittens on the porch for the second time in the day and with this feed they are given their medications.

One load comes out of the wash and goes into the dryer and another load goes on.  While that's happening I go over to the supply shed where Ben is patiently waiting for his cattery to be cleaned and to get his wet food for the day.  Ben can't get out because like GooGoo he doesn't get along with other cats.  He gets lots of smooches and cuddles and oh does he just love his wet food. 

Back into the house to bring out the now almost dry load of washing to hang out, move the next load into the dryer and put yet another load into wash.

As I've gone around I've made notes of anything that I've spotted that needs attending to that day.  Answered about 20 phone calls and often made vet appointments if I've spotted a problem or cats just need to have their vet work done.

By this time it's about 4pm in the afternoon.  Did I mention breakfast or lunch for me?  No I did not.  There's a reason for that.  I don't have any on the majority of days.  Just one whopping big dinner at night prior to crashing in a heap.

So about 4pm time to start the afternoon feeds, hang out the last dry wash for the day and put in the last load to wash and put in the dryer to wait for the morning.

As I walk innocently towards each cattery in turn there is a flood of little furry bodies racing to be the first in the door and therefore hopefully the first to tuck into their wet food.  Doesn't help of course because by now I'm well and truly slowing down for the day and they're lucky if I make it, let alone arrive at my destination quickly.  Just in case there are any slow pokes I tap the cans together and everyone holds their breath until the dishes are finally placed on the floor, then it's every cat for themselves and I'm the hell outta there.  This process is repeated in each cattery that's still out running around at this time of the day.  The old cats don't budge from their sleeping spots because they know that later in the night they'll be fed inside with me.

Once all the cats are away for the day and I can finally relax it's time to give the cats in the inside room their feeds and settle them down for the night. 

The dogs are fed and Khan goes into his crate for about 30mins.

Bear in mind that this isn't just one day, it's 7 days a week, every week of the year.  It doesn't matter if I'm sick as a dog, it still has to be done.  And if I don't get everything else done that I'd like to get done, it's simply because, honestly I just run out of time, every darned day.  Add to this the phone calls and emails from people with "a" cat who keep telling me how they can't possibly cope with "the" cat and you can see why sometimes I get a tad peeved.  Not that I've got any energy left to be really peeved but you get the drift.

Oh yeah, then I crash into bed about 1am and get grumbled at by Kerri and half a dozen other cats for daring to disturb their sleep on MY BLASTED BED!!!!!


Posted on April 21, 2015 at 1:55 AM Comments comments (0)

Today Lynx went off to her new forever home with a lovely lady who will provide her with a loving and secure home.  Lynx has been included into the BVCR seniors for seniors program this time around.  Yes I say this time around because Lynx was adopted some years ago to another lovely lady who gave her much love prior to suffering from a stroke 12 months ago.  At that time, her son who lives overseas returned to ensure that his mother was well cared for and contacted BVCR about temporary crisis care for Lynx while she recovered.  As you know BVCR provides that it will always take back or care for one of it's own no matter how long after adoption or the age of the cat.  Unfortunately the reunion between Lynx and her Mum was not to be and her Mum went into a nursing home.  Concerned about what would now become of Lynx the son contacted me and explained the situation.  I told him not to worry because BVCR would handle everything from this end and that I'd let him know when Lynx had found a new loving home.  Well today was that day.  By the time I left Lynx had already helped herself to breakfast and was busy exploring her new surroundings.



Posted on April 16, 2015 at 9:30 PM Comments comments (0)

I received a phone call this morning about a small kitten found at a wrecking yard.  The little tyke only just has it's eyes open and the poor guy who found it really wanted to get it to safety.  So naturally, being the nit that I am, I found myself telling him the address of the shelter so he could bring it over.  There really are times when I need to wear a gag, but oh well what's done is done.  So here I was, faced with this cute (aren't they all) little bundle of furry hunger wondering what the hell I was going to do with it.  Now the shelter is full to overflowing and I have literally got a 6 foolscap page typed list of what "has to be done" daily and that doesn't include what really needs to be done.  So needless to say bottle feeding a kitten every couple of hours really doesn't fit into the schedule.  I had been in the process of doing the litter trays and general cleanup in one of the teenage catteries when he arrived so I took the kitten into there, continued the cleanup and intended then taking the kitten inside and making some pleading telephone calls to foster carers.  Now this cattery has young barn cats in it.  Two were pregnant on arrival and one has since given birth and her kittens are about 5 weeks old.  This is what greeted me when I turned around after about 3 minutes.


Posted on October 19, 2014 at 11:05 PM Comments comments (0)

This is a conversation I had with little Coda as she sat on my lap looking lovingly into my eyes. Remembering the state she was in when I first saw her I felt obliged to let her know the BVCR philosophy.  Yes people may say that it's silly, but it's something that myself and all of the BVCR directors and volunteers firmly believe.  It went something like this.

I know that you know that you're safe here with me.  I know that you know that you're loved.  But the day will come when the right person walks through that gate and loves you as much as I do.  That person will promise to love you and give you a happy, safe and secure life for the rest of your days.  And you'll show me that you love and trust them too.  And I'll end up saying goodbye and watching you drive away with your new famly. 

But know one thing little one.  Know that your are a BVCR cat and that you will always be a BVCR cat until the end of your days.  Once a BVCR cat you will have two homes for the rest of your life.  And BVCR will always be there for you in the future no matter what.  If for any reason you need to find a new home you will always be welcome back until that home is found.  You will never be alone in life because we will always be here for you.  You will never be turned away because this is your home as well.

This my promise to you and to all of the BVCR cats, past, present and future.  And this is a committment that BVCR must stand by now and into the future.  These are the ideals on which BVCR was formed.  And this is the promise that makes BVCR what it is today.


Posted on October 7, 2014 at 6:00 AM Comments comments (0)

It amazes me that the cats at the shelter can still amaze me after all these years.  I thought I'd experienced pretty much all the different aspects of cat behaviour, but oh how wrong I was.

This is the story of Chubby and Fluffel.  They had spent their lives before arriving at the shelter locked away in a room with an ever growing number of other cats none of which were desexed.  Males and females running together, fighting and breeding and kittens growing up and mating with their siblings and parents etc etc.  The room was also filled with screeching parrots, from which there was no peace.

Fluffel was heavilly pregnant on arrival and although nervous began building her little nest in which to have the kittens within the first 24 hours. Chubby on the other hand was like a ballistic missile, literally bouncing off the walls and crashing into anything in his way.  He finally retreated into the cat tunnel where he remained stoically for about 2 weeks. 

Within 48 hours Fluffel gave birth to 4 kittens, 3 pure white and 1 grey and white.  Because Chubby was so destructive and in his panic could easily harm the kittens,it was decided to send Fluffel and her new borns to one of my most experienced kitten foster carers.  I say "one of" because all my foster carers are "the best" at what they do. :)

As the weeks progressed Fluffel made herself at home at the foster carers, but her kittens who were raised along side 3 others of the same age that Fluffel accepted as her own grew to be all but wild.  The other kittens were normal, friendly little tykes who loved to play and romp and interact with whoever wanted to give them a pat and cuddle.  Fluffel herself loved attention and cuddles.  Her kittens were not deaf as first thought, but they did displace signs both physical and mental of severe interbreeding.  

While all this was unfolding I was gradually getting Chubby to trust me and relax, to the point were after about 2 months he would come to me for pats and he even began to accept pats from visitors to the shelter so long as I was there.  He did however continue to present one big problem. Although he accepted the dogs he would go absolutely crazy if another cat, either male, female or kitten, ventured anywhere near his cattery. And believe me he meant business.  I decided finally that he was calm enough to go to the vet and get all his vet work completed in the hope that it would help to allieviate the problem with other cats.  While he was under they did the dental check that I get done on all the shelter cats and found that he needed a couple of teeth removed.  I dared to hope that maybe toothache accounted for at least some of his aggession. Unfortunately as it turned out nothing changed.  I hated keeping him separated but there was little I could do about it.  I considered sending him out to foster care but all my carers had other cats and I'd need someone very experienced to avoid him backsliding in the trust department or worse still getting out and disappearing.  He'd never survive on the streets.  He may win a fight or two but he had no idea how to feed himself and blind panic would take over.

The foster carer with the kittens got the others adopted out and Fluffel had all her vet work completed and it was decided that we'd transfer her and her kittens back to the shelter in the hope that them seeing more people on a regular basis would help them settle.  By this time they were about 3-4 months old and wouldn't even go to the foster carer who raised them.  Maybe seeing how all the other cats responded to people would help, we hoped.

So I ended up with dear Fluffel being her normal loving self.  Her 4 kittens darting around like tiny jet fired misiles and Chubby in another cattery on the other side of the shelter behaving like a demented mountain lion.  

Now Fluffel and the kittens had been sent to foster when the kittens were only 24 hours old.  At that stage Chubby and Fluffel hadn't even seen each other since arrival at the shelter because he was securely tucked up in his cat tunnel the whole time flatly refusing to venture out.  Chubby would viciously attack any cat or kitten that went anywhere near him.  Yes I knew all this.  But I've never been a big fan of logic.  It tends to make life difficult in rescue. :P  What I did believe was that if there was ever going to be a chance, remote as it may be, that Chubby would accept another cat it should be Fluffel.  But what about the kittens?  He'd never met them, how would he react to them?

With a certain amount of self doubt I loaded Chubby into his cat carrier, even I wasn't silly enough to try and introduce them in his cattery, and transported him across the shelter grounds, amid hissing, spitting and cat yowls to Fluffels cattery.

I put the carrier down on the floor in the cattery, held my breath and opened the door, ready to spring into action and get myself shredded if needed.  Chubby walked straight out of the carrier, Fluffel abandoned her spot on top of the scratching post and dashed over to greet him.  Just as she began to check him out he spotted the kittens.  Fluffel positioned herself between him and her babies and licked his face and made a fuss of him and I could literally watch the tension drain away from him.  She then moved sideways and the kittens who ran away from any other new cat that was introduced into their cattery raced over and literally swamped him with their enthusiasm.

The kittens are now totally relaxed in the cattery with their Mum and Dad and demand lots of attention whenever I go in there.  The proud Dad is now happy to have the other cats all around his new cattery and proudly shows off his offspring who have started playing with other cats through the mesh.  Fluffel?   Well Fluffel is Fluffel, the maternal figure holding this little family together ;)

Anyone want to adopt 6 crazy cats?????


Posted on July 23, 2013 at 4:25 AM Comments comments (3)

People often ask why I don't lower the adoption fee.  Yes I know that the 2 large rescue organisations often have cats available for $20 and $49.  But I guess I have 2 answers to this.

The first is that I'm not looking for fast turnover. What I'm looking for is the "right" home for each cat and kitten. Placing the right cat or kitten in the right home not only secures the future of the cat itself but enhances the lives of it's adoptive family as well.

My second reason is somewhat more painful and a lesson learned that I cannot and will not ignore.

It was many years ago when a young kitten was brought to the shelter.  He'd been found in the middle of nowhere, alone, hungry and terrified.  How long he'd been on his own no-one knows.  He was gathered up by some good samaritans and brought here.  He was weak, but he was a fighter and after lots of TLC he was ready to have his vet work done.  He loved people and learned to get along with the other cats and dogs.  Having spent so much time with him during his recovery he was my special little boy. To look at him you'd never know he'd had such a battle for survival.

A family arrived to look at another cat.  They spent quite a lot of time mixing with all the little guys and little Teddy followed them everywhere.  Now although Teddy got on well with everyone, it was unusual for him to show that much interest, because normally he'd want to be off playing.  The family adored him and although I hadn't planned on him being adopted at that stage I said yes.  In those days I had a much lower adoption fee but it still depended on the right chemistry between all parties involved.

On a follow up call a few weeks later I was told that Teddy had a sore eye and hadn't been taken to the vet because of lack of finances at that time. The family were bathing the eye daily at home in the interim. They would take him the next week once the next pay was received. I organised for the little guy to go to the vet and said I'd pay for it.  I had an account at the vets so it wouldn't be a problem. A week later I received a call to say that his eye was all recovered.

A couple of weeks after that it had flared up again and I said to take him back to the vet, and to just put it on my account, because he needed treatment asap.  I said for them to give me a call if there were any problems because I'd always take the little guy back if necessary.  Now at this point let me get one thing perfectly clear. The family did love him and were doing their very best for him.  I didn't hear anything for a few days and determined that I'd give them a call just to check on Teddy's progress when I got home from the post office. 

I cleared the PO Box and found an envelope from the vet.  It was my receipt for "Teddy" domestic shorthair "euthanesa and disposal".  I couldn't think, I couldn't drive, all I could do was bawl. Images of my beautiful, spirited boy kept rising in my mind and all I could think was that I had failed him. Even now I can't think of him without crying.  He died not because he wasn't loved but because he went to a family who clearly couldn't afford any extra unexpected costs involved.

I spoke to the vet a few days later and was told that because his eye hadn't received treatment immediately they were given the option of surgery to remove the eye or put him to sleep.  Instead of phoning me they made the decision to put him to sleep rather than involve me with more expense. He was my boy, damn the expense.  He died because he had a sore eye??????????



Posted on June 28, 2012 at 5:55 AM Comments comments (1)

Oh Kerri my darling what am I going to do with you?.  Now as you can see butter wouldn't melt in her mouth.  She's so cute and loving and adorable.  She's so sweet, so docile, such a darling lap cat.  OK that's it.  I'm about to roll around the floor in hysterics and at my age that's not a good idea.

Kerri is probably around 8 years old and has been at the shelter for about 2 of those years.  She was adopted quickly after arriving from Willawong Pound by a lady who absolutely adored her.  The problem was hubby.  He got home and announced that she was the ugliest cat he'd ever seen and to take her back.  Well she came back and the lady took another cat in her place, which she also loves dearly and which could pass Hubbies pretty cat test!!!.  The odd thing is that I've heard a number of men say exactly the same thing about her but the women all love her.

So why is this sweet, darling cat still sitting at the shelter after all this time.  Well maybe it's because my description of her in the first paragraph is a complete fabrication.  Well she is that way with me, but not necessarily with everyone.

After a few weeks at the shelter Kerri decided that she was on a darned good wicket.  She got to sleep in bed with Mum every night.  Which was good for Kerri, but not quite so good for Mum who found that she risked having cute little claws dig into her leg if she dared to move after Kerri had gotten into a comfy spot.  Getting up during the night was pretty much out of the question, because walking with a fully grown tortie attached to your upper thigh isn't all that easy in the dark.  PS turning on the light didn't help much either. 

I also learned that after Kerri jumps onto my lap and settles for a pat and looks at me with adoring eyes, I get growled and mumbled at if I dare to try and get up.

Every one of the other cats at the shelter know that Kerri is 2nd boss Tortie and they give her her space without question.  Mind you a few of the younger ones, who aren't really bright (did I say that?), do have a habit of walking under her chair and usually get a swift swipe at their tails as a result.  I say second boss tortie because there is one other tortie to whom even Kerri will defer, and that's my baby Scooter.  I'll tell you about Scooter one day :)  The only other cat that can tell Kerri what to do is Lexie (without him I'd be lost - he's boss cat and I'm hoping he lives to be 200 years old).

Now there was a time when there were a lot of enquiries about Kerri and I lived in hope that she'd be adopted and find a home of her very own.  She's bossy but would thrive in a home of her own and despite her bad rep really is my best pal.  Kerri would happily allow herself to be patted and cuddled by all the prospective adoptive Mums and Dads.  But something always ended up going wrong, and it wasn't until I really watched her that I realised what it was.  When someone finally decided that she was the one for them, their body language changed and so did the tone of their voice.  Apparently that was her cue to suddenly take an unexpected swipe.  It was never a dangerous swipe and it never caused any damage, but the suddenness of it was always enough to send everyone in search of another cat to take home.  She'd then settle down for a much deserved nap.  When I realised what was going on I withdrew her temporarilly from the adoption listings in the hopes that she'd decide that she really didn't want to stay at the shelter after all.

As you can see that didn't really work all that well.  LOL

Finally I got a call from a couple who loved the description of Kerri's real nature because they'd had tortie's with attitude before and loved them.  At last I thought.  Someone who'll actually appreciate my gorgeous girls personality.

Well for once Kerri could be Kerri and instead of hindering her adoption it would actually help it. Yippee!!!  Yeah well.  We are talking about Kerri, queen of the unexpected aren't we.  Never, ever, ever in my entire life have I ever seen, nor do I ever expect to see again, such a floppy, sooky, purring, lazy tub of boredom!!!!!!!!!  To add insult to injury while she was lying drapped in the womans arms like a sack of potatoes, the little twerp managed to flop her head around and looked at me with a look that clearly said "hahahaha thought I wouldn't know hahaha".  They ended up taking 2 other cats instead.  These have settled in well and are very much loved. 

By the way, the minute their car started up to leave Kerri jumped off the chair onto the table and chased 2 other cats off on the way up.

I'm pretty much ready at this point to admit defeat and let the old girl stay.  But if you'd like a cat that's honestly totally unpredictible and extremely loving all at the same time let me know.  I also know that for all her mumbling and grumbling and swiping at everything that moves, Kerri would be devastated if she ever thought that she did anything that would harm me in any way whatsoever. Truth be told, she's extremely devoted and loving.  But I'm still hoping that one day she'll have a home of her very own, where she won't have to compete with so many others for a comfy sleeping spot.  Where she'll have her very own feed dish and bed.


Posted on February 26, 2012 at 8:50 AM Comments comments (2)


Dear Boofy arrived at the shelter a while ago.  He's extremely affectionate and gets on very well with all the other cats, kittens and dogs.  He loves people and is just a generally all round good guy.  His one and only abiding bad habit has been soiling anywhere except in his litter trays.  I tried all kinds of remedies that have worked in the past with other cats or kittens but to no avail.  I felt guilty about the fact that Boofy had to stay confined in his cattery until the problem could be solved, so I decided to take the risk and let him out to run around in the hope that he'd then get into the habit of going outside.  Then in turn would learn to hold on until released in the morning after being locked in for the night.

Nope that didn't work.  He'd actually go back in during the day and leave me little pressies on the concrete floor or the scratching post, then happily toddle back outside with a look of relief on his face.

While out however he did make friends with Dotti.  So I figured that although Boofy is an adult tom maybe, just maybe, Dotti might succeed where I had failed.  It's taken about a week but finally Boofy is using the litter tray and I have to learn to live without my pressies.


Thank you Dotti :)


Posted on January 25, 2012 at 3:45 PM Comments comments (3)

Why do we humans insist on putting the word "human" in front of the word emotions?  Who decided to do it in the first place?  We did!

Yesterday a young cow belonging to my next door neighbour lost her 6 week old calf.  She called and called to attract my neighbours attention.  When he appeared to investigate she headed off down the paddock.  She stopped and turned back every few meters to ensure that he was following.  She led him unerringly to her fallen calf and watched as he inspected the little one.  Unfortunately it was too late as the calf had already passed away during the night.  She let out a loud call when he began to walk away and the rest of the herd came from down the paddock to join her.  They milled around and nuzzled her gently as they waited for my neighbours return.

He borrowed a small bobcat from his neighbours to bury the calf and the Mumma stood and watched.  The rest of the herd stayed close by her.  Once the calf had been buried and my neighbour had gone, she returned to lie beside the little grave and called gently.  The herd remained close and one was assigned to remain with her while the others continued to graze.

Last night the herd returned to their normal night area to sleep but she remained beside her son and could be heard calling to him throughout the night.  The first thing I heard this morning when I woke was her low moo.  I looked out and she had her head resting on the grave with her assigned companion cow lying a few feet away.

Instead of saying "human" emotions.  Why don't we just say "emotions".


Posted on October 19, 2011 at 7:00 PM Comments comments (2)

You were born all grown up. Your eyes were filled with an unbelievable innocence and trust, the like of which I’ve never seen before or since. Your gentle spirit and loving nature were second to none.

As a kitten you took it upon yourself to love and care for all the other little abandoned and abused waifs that were lucky enough to cross your path. You were always there for them. If they were tiny and scared, you’d lie there and let them suckle until they felt safe and loved once again, even though at times you were only slightly older yourself. You’d clean them and make sure each knew where to find the food and water bowls. If necessary you’d take the food to them. If they were very weak or small you’d chew the food first so they could eat it easily. You supervised while they played and slept with them snuggled safely into your warmth. You ignored your own need for a kitten hood to make sure they had the opportunity to revel in theirs.

When you went off to your new home with a wonderful family who adored you, you created your own feline family there as well. Your new Mum realised that you still yearned to care for a kitten less fortunate than yourself, and so she adopted a little stray kitten who came to worship the ground you walked on.

You filled the lives of everyone you met with unimaginable love and laughter. Your love and gentleness are legend.

Your passing leaves behind a trail of broken hearts and endless tears, human, feline and canine. You will live in our hearts forever.

RIP our beautiful boy (Maurie) aka (Ashley)