Feral Kitten thanks his Dad this Father’s Day
This Feral Kitten thanks his Dad this Father’s Day. Born a feral kitten, Lenny thanks his Dad this #Father’s Day because if it wasn’t for him, he wouldn’t be here.
It’s more than Blake being the kitty’s dad, it’s the fact that he successfully wound his way into one of my neighbor’s hearts. She had become very attached to the feral cats, Blake and Faith. She fed them daily and made set up shelter for them underneath her porch. As feral cats, they wouldn’t come in, but they would let her get close enough to watch them. Turns out Faith was ready to give birth to a litter of kittens.
When Faith had her kittens, she didn’t leave them underneath the porch as was hoped. She took them to a field with a huge brush pile. She thought the kittens would be safer there. Why do cats like to hide their kittens? We wonder, and that will be a future blog post.
Lenny was the only kitten that survived. The rest had been unable to scurry up high enough in the brush pile and were left on the bottom. They drowned. At 2-weeks-old, Lenny was nursed back to health. He was bottle fed every 3 or 4 hours. He had an eye infection. He was taken to the vet to see if there was any permanent damage. Home remedies were applied. I became involved through Trap, Neuter, Return. My neighbor wanted these two feral cats spay, neutered. We’d been working on this before Lenny was even born, but had been unsuccessful. Lenny is thankful for that, this feral kitten thanks his Dad this Father’s Day for making for making his rescue possible.
Major house renovations have kept Paws for Reflection more than busy this oast year, and we apologize to our readers for being a bit more absent than we had planned.
With a big old farmhouse in rural New England, life is a challenge, and fitting the time in to blog is near impossible with all the lawn work and gardening, say nothing of making sure the kitties are spoiled rotten.
Add to that major house renovations and unexpected dental work and it put us over the edge.
Planned time-off from work was eaten up with both of these time killers. The renovations were planned. The dental work was not.
Even though others are actually doing the renovations, you can’t just them go at will. You need to know:
- What’s going on now?
- What’s going on next?
- What you want to happen next.
- What you have to do to make the next step happen.
- Slotting in the time to make all of the above go relatively smoothly.
- Keeping the cats calm with all the noise & distractions
The Paws household had a new foundation put in on our ell which literally would have collapsed. We also had a new roof put on the ell, which also presented a whole layer of unexpected work. Just to let you know, an ell is a wing of a building that lies perpendicular to the length of the main house. In old farmhouses like this, the ell is often extended to attach the main house to another building, usually a barn. It takes its name from the shape of the letter L.
This saga started last year when we hosted the Memorial Service for my Mom’s passing. A dear relative whom I will not name offered to help fund the foundation work. ‘It’s what Mom and Dad would have wanted’. So the search began for someone to do the work.
Cats not impressed with major house renovations
But while the Paws family was thrilled, we were also scared. The last time someone touched the foundation on this house, an old safe, which probably weighs at least 2 tons, went through the floor. We didn’t know that a cement wall had been built underneath to sure it up. All we knew was that any time you walked into the cellar, it looked like a mine had collapsed. (The debris had never been removed).
While my Mom had been able to open that safe, I never could. So step 1 was to hire a locksmith to unlock the safe. While I had most of the combination, I didn’t have the exact reiteration. After some searching and phone calls, step 1 was accomplished. Should have done that one years ago, as it would have saved me mountains of grief after my Mom died. The missing will was in that safe.
Then, there was the time to go through everything in it – nothing of value, but lots of history, sorting through each sheet of paper, piece by piece.
Foundation work began in mid-May, and took about 5 weeks. Two weeks were without front steps. It was interesting to see the whole story unfold, but very stressful.
First, what do you want done with these huge granite slabs that had been the foundation? Where do you put them? I’d always wanted a rock garden, and figured out where they might go?
Do you want the dirt from the fill hauled away? It’ll cost more $$. My brain spiraled into action finding a place for that.
Water away from the house – where can the ditching go? The deck needs support which had rotted from the winter – can they do that?
What’s the process? There were 6 footers put in – then the cement.
Needless to say, the cats were not impressed at first. If the crew wasn’t directly underneath the living room, they adjusted, except the final jack, which put the house back together. When we heard the house groan, both me and the cats felt like running for dear life. (We;ll talk about how the cats fared with all these changes in a later post).
Memorial Day flowers on the family grave site has been a tradition in my family forever. This year was no exception.
Now that both my parents have joined my paternal grandparents and a host of other ancestors in the family plot, making sure flowers are strategically placed on the grave is one way to honor them and all they did for me, and that was tons. My Mom was my best friend for years. As I live in the old family homestead, there’s not a day goes by that I don’t think of her.
I usually go out the day after Memorial Day to look for the markdowns for the next year, as the Evergreen Cemetery allows plastic flowers. Up here in rural New England, it would be a stretch for fresh flowers to escape a killing frost the last Monday in May.
Cats check out Memorial Day flowers for family grave site
As I pulled out the flowers, my 5 felines couldn’t help check them out. I was thankful the white lilies were plastic because lilies are bad news for cats. Beautiful as they are, they can be deadly for cats. Check out Paws article on Easter Lillies can be deadly for cats.
I can remember when Memorial Day was May 30, every year. I admit, I like the idea of a long weekend, giving an extra day for the endless yard work. The kitties like it too, as they get another day they can be supervised with time outside. Turns out it became law in 1971. I remember people saying how can you change Memorial Day to be a Monday holiday? It will lose it meaning, and become an excuse for a long weekend.
Keeping your cats safe this Memorial Day weekend should be at the top of your to-do list for what traditionally marks the beginning of the summer season.
Memorial Day, the Fourth of July, and Labor Day sort of sandwich in the 3 layers of summer, and we want to make it a safe and fun season for us humans and our cats.
With parades, barbecues, your get-togethers, your neighbor’s parties and even a few fireworks getting touched off, you need to keep watch of your kitty to make sure he’s safe. The best option is keeping them inside. If they must go out, keep a close tab on them because darting in the wrong direction across a busy highway or not so busy country road could end in disaster.
Keep Kitty Inside is best way to keep cat safe this Memorial Day Weekend
A scared cat can run for miles to get away from fear. If your cat hears fireworks, he may be gone for days. Again, staying inside is the best option to keep your cat safe this Memorial Day. If your pet goes missing, it’s stressful for them and for you.
If you are having a house full of people, let kitty have a safe room away from the crowd. He won’t be stressed and will be a happier cat.
Did you know cats will become extremely stressed by all the extra activity in the neighborhood? Consequently, they may go seeking a safe place to hide. That can cause them to disorient and go missing. In light of this, make sure your pet has been microchipped and, even better, add a pet-id so that if they go missing, you can easily be re-united.
Never leave alcoholic drinks unattended where pets can reach them. Alcohol, even beer, has the potential to poison pets. If ingested, you pet could become very intoxicated and weak, severely depressed or even go into a coma. In severe cases, it can result in death from respiratory failure.
Do you have some tips that you want to share about how to keep your cats safe this Memorial Day Weekend? Please share.
The police and fire department will not help. Nonetheless, unless the tree is right next to your house, their big equipment won’t be able to get close enough to help.
My Cat Pink Collar taught me how to get a cat out of a tree
Rescuing Cat Stuck In Tree Is Serious
The entire neighborhood could hear the cries – the frightened MEOWS, or rather SCR-EOWS – coming from my beautiful silky 6-month-old black kitten, who had somehow ended up stuck some 70-plus-feet up in a straggly old pine tree, about 50 feet off the railroad tracks.
My Pink Collar was not street-wise. She hardly knew what the outdoors was because she was an inside-only cat. Her only idea of outside was the fresh air that came through the screen on the sliding glass door leading from our supersized condo to the deck.This one day, however; she was determined to find out what adventure awaited her on the other side. It looked intriguing and exciting. She wanted to join her older house mate, Smokey Blue, who was peacefully sleeping on the deck. Smoke Blue got to sit out and absorb the sunshine because she would stay put, hardly moving, and mostly sleeping. Pink Collar was thinking, ‘Why can’t I go out too?’ Today would be that day…she would sneak between her human’s legs and make a mad dash for outside. And voila, the outside would be hers to be had.
As she ran to join Smokey, I thought a little fresh air and sunshine won’t hurt. I’m here working around the outside. Smokey sticks around. The furthest she goes is out to sit by the edge of the tree line. Pink Collar will probably do the same.
An hour or so passed, maybe more…everything was great. Then out of the corner of my eye and to my disbelief, I saw Smokey Blue chasing Pink Color asfast as she could. They were going full tilt across the back lawn towards the wood and worse, the railroad tracks. My heart stopped for a moment. Then, I took off in hot pursuit. I HAD TO FIND HER.
Cats Race Goes Out Of Control Towards the Railroad Tracks
I thought she couldn’t have gone far, or could she. I walked through the wooded area, calling out, ‘Kitty, Kitty, Kitty’. I walked up and down the tracks, calling out desperately with a sunken feeling in my heart. There was no sign of her. It seemed like she had evaporated and disappeared into thin air. Circling back to the deck, I’d hoped she would magically appear.
Smokey Blue didn’t go far. She had found her way back to the deck and was resting peacefully. I had hoped I’d find the black kitty there too.
I put a can of tuna out on the deck. I was hoping that Pink Collar would smell the fish and come back. Dusk came. Darkness fell. Still no kitty.
I left the outside lights on for her. I took a flashlight out again, going through the woods and along the tracks. Still no cat. I heard the train go once again. I was praying she’d stay away from the tracks and be free from predators.