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Seniors Rock Trap, Neuter, Return (TNR) !!

HIYA!!   SAVANNAH HERE!!!

Let me set you  straight before I start—when I say “Seniors” I mean the human ones. I have a story about a whole 55 year old+ Senior Mobile Home Park that will make you happy all week long!!

Now I know whenever some of us in the community cat rescue and TNR work have all had unpleasant experiences when trying to work with mobile home parks. These can be a breeding ground, literally, for over population of community cats.

So the story begins with me sitting at my desk pawing through some emails and Mom L’s mobile phone rings. I pawed the answer button and a nice lady asked for Mom L. The lady couldn’t speak “cat” so she didn’t understand my meows asking her if I could help her instead, so’s I hollered out for Mom L.

Mom L took over and soon learned that this group of senior humans at a mobile home park were looking for Project Delta View Cats (PDVC) to help them with a colony of community cats in their park that was continuing to grow.

Finally after some chit-chatting they agreed that Mom L and Dad P would go to their facility and speak with interested residents about how to humanely trap, neuter and return their cats and kittens to be able to manage their population. Lots of residents showed up, some just wanting the cats to “disappear”. But there were enough who were ready to learn how to do TNR to form a team. Our PDVC volunteers taught them how to trap humanely and another one visited them to demonstrate how to use a drop trap.

If all communities came together the way this one has, our work to humanely manage the community cat over population would be so much easier!!

They held a couple of fund raisers at their mobile home park; one was a breakfast that Mom L and Dad P attended. They cleared $400 and will use that to buy their own drop trap and other supplies.

Dad P getting his breakfast

The residents were cooks and dish washers so they kept their costs down to next to nothing.

The kitchen was busy!

Mom L and Dad P sat with some of the residents and had a great chat about their community cats they were helping out.

Nice people shared their table with Mom L and Dad P

Their team leader, Miss Rio, had just caught a litter of six kittens before the breakfast started. She was taking them to our county animal services, who partner with PDVC, so they could be fostered then put up for adoption.

Kittens waiting for transport

Mom L got a couple of photos and was surprised to see that two of the teeny kittens had brown fur!

Aren’t they cute!! So Delta Hawaii mobile home park is standing proof that when a community works together, they can indeed humanely manage their community cat population. All PDVC has done is to teach the residents and then they are buying their own trapping equipment, doing their own trapping, transport and recovery. The adults are released back where they were trapped and will be cared for by residents.

SUCCESS!!!

Let me know if you think this will work in your community.

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH   

The Story of Sam aka Samantha

HIYA!!   SAVANNAH HERE!!!

And what a tail tale I have to share with you all!! Remember I mentioned the park colony cat Mom L and her pals have been trying to trap? Sick and injured??

Well today if you will spare the time to read my very long post about “his” capture, you truly won’t be disappointed!

This tale is told by a marvelous volunteer with my Project Delta View Cats effort. We manage a cat colony at a city park in our little city on the magnificent California Delta.

This story is being told in the words of our park colony manager and feeder, Miss Jane.

HEAR YE! HEAR YE! LET THE BELLS RING OUT IN KITTY CAT KINGDOM!

Sam the Cat has been caught, having been enveloped in love by Angela, the keeper of the sacred net. He was plopped from net into Linda’s carrier, and as she closed the lid, Sam barely put up any argument. He is a sweetheart kitty. He is being lovingly monitored and stowed away overnight at Linda’s and tomorrow he’s off down the yellow brick road to see the doctor whom we hope is a wizard that can give him the gift of health! He will need our loving thoughts tonight and tomorrow.

What an ending, right???

Now, let’s back up just a bit for some of the background story in Miss Jane’s own words:

“He had blood on his fur from the wound on his neck and pus filling his eyes and overflowing onto his fur.

Over the next few days, he had cleaned off the blood but the neck wound was rapidly losing fur as it blew up into a swollen bump the diameter of a tennis ball. We had all tried catching him at Feeder #3 with no luck. So I went about my usual feeding pattern at Feeder #4, but this time I sat down on the ground next to the feeder. I put out wet food (enough to fill the tummies of all the cats—(about 13, as I recall).

I used a couple large flat pans on the ground next to the feeder and a few individual little dishes for the likes of Garfield and Opal (our senior and very shy cats). There was no attempt to catch Sam who, as previously mentioned, likes to eat on the other side of the hill. The next day it was rinse and repeat with Angela there, a gracious lady who offered to help us net him. I may have the exact timing of things off a little because it’s become a bit of a blur as we were all so tired at this point. Three weeks trying to catch a kitty who didn’t realize we were going to help him.

Every single time Angela, keeper of the sacred net, moved even a foot, Sam would bolt. It was at that point that we knew if we couldn’t catch him at the very least, we needed to get some medicine in him.. Linda had some leftover chilled antibiotics, so the next day we put out some salmon pate with the medicine in it.

In the past I had gotten Sam to eat at the base of Feeder #3 while I sat next to him. And there are fewer cats that eat there.

This time I showed him the dish, put it down and moved away. He gobbled up the whole thing in a snap. The next day we did the same thing and he ate the purposely small amount of medicine-laced food. What was fascinating was how quickly the swollen area on his neck had gone down, although he still had a five-inch patch of furless skin.

I knew from previous times he would come back for more food, so I carried a new dish forward to the right side of Feeder 3. Angela was right behind me with her net. Sam was on the hill watching us.

As I knelt down, Angela said, “Cover me. I’m right behind you.” She said, “Keep talking to him, Janie. Keep talking to him.” Thus, Sam was focused on me and the food, but not Angela and the net. Angela and I became one, so to speak, in Sam’s eyes.

I threw bits of sardine Linda had prepared to bring him closer and he loved that.

He warily moved closer and closer until he decided to take a chance and snatch a big piece of the salmon/sardine repast Linda had put together.

He sort of turned away from us as he ate it, and Angela was able to ever-so-slowly bring her net down, inch by inch by inch as he snatched bite after bite and I’m still talking in a low, soothing voice to him.

Angela was laser-focused the whole time. Now the net is so close, angled vertically with net hanging about six inches above the ground. Sam looked at it for a second but went back to his food. I thought that any second Angela was going to go for it, but she held off as she tilted the net so as to be almost horizontal to the ground over his body. I made a tiny shift in my kneeling position and he flinched; but I’m still talking, Sam’s still eating, now oblivious to her net.

And that’s what Angela was waiting for—for him to become immersed in his eating. Then BAM!!! The net hits the ground with Sammy inside!

I stepped down hard on the handle. Angela says, “Keep talking to him Janie.” She yells to Linda to bring the towel to put over the net, which Linda had already second-guessed her and was running towards us with it. Sam was thrashing but not as bad as a true feral cat might. She threw the towel over the net. We breathe for a second and exhale mightily and let out some godawful guttural laugh!!!

WE FINALLY CAN HELP SAM!!!

Sam’s trapped on the ground, netting and towel covering him. Linda brought the carrier, opening the top. Angela had pulled the netting underneath so as to enclose Sam in it, all the while keeping him pinned to the ground. Towel still on top. She instructed me to move with her, as she has the cat by the scruff and the net, and I’m holding the handle of the net. In one rapid movement we moved Sam and net over the carrier opening and Angela deposited Sam into it.

The sheer mixture of relief, exuberance, exhaustion and triumph hit all of us at the same time.

As you can imagine, we couldn’t have got him without Angela’s sacred net, particularly because Sam is “anti-trap”. That cat wouldn’t go near the trap no matter how many places we staged it, electronic gizmos, or bribes we offered. He was having none of it!

And the experience of seeing a cat netted was truly exciting!

The rest of the cats are well fed, happy and getting fat in their pastoral residence. All’s well in kitty cat kingdom.

Sleep well, dear humans.”

Isn’t Miss Jane a wonderful story teller!!

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

UPDATE: Sam is now “Samantha”!!! “He” is a “she”!!! She will be released soon from the care of our county animal services and hopefully we can get her a dental for her stomatitis before we must release her back to our colony.

Her neck wound is from a bite. It became so infected and must have internalized, because what we saw as discharge from her eyes and nose was really pus from the internal abscess that was emerging from her olfactory passages.

Monday Meowsie News

HIYA!!   SAVANNAH HERE!!!

Lots of stuff going on around my castle since last Monday. Some of ordinary like me hissing a The Kid Sage and her tryin’ to get a whiffy of my butt, etc.  You all know how that goes, right??

Anywho…I have had my own moments of getting older start to show up. Mom L caught me comin’ down the stairs just as I staggered and fell on my left hip. My left knee is pretty bad with that arty-right-us stuff. Can any of you relate???

Nonetheless, I can still play on my carpeted stairs and I am developing my own personalized work out on my couch stairs too. Just give me a shout out if you want my new Savannah’s Short Step Workout video.

After a work out like that I need some time to just chill out, meditate and enter my own personalize “Zen” zone.

Zen cat

The Zen state is described as “the state of “no-mindness”. That is, a mind not fixed or occupied by thought or emotion and thus open to everything.”

Seriously, what cat can’t relate to THAT notion!!???? Let me know in comments how you get into your own personal ” Zen Zone”.

And this last week has seen some changes in The Kid Sage. She is succumbing to the wiles of our “foster” kid Kit Katie. Yes, yes…I know it is unbelievable but I have actually witnessed them doing “thundering head of elephants” at four AM!! Back and forth up and down the upstairs hallway. Sheeesh. They even head butt each other and TKS allows Katie to sidle up to her and rub against her. Thankfully the humans have NO photo evidence of this but I tell you it is real!

But you can tell that TKS is proud of her ability to be flexible enough to accept Kit Katie.

Wait! What? I didn’t say I was softie!!

Ok, well maybe TKS is still trying to avoid being a “softie” but hey, she just chills whenever Kit Katie is around. What more can I say.

Yeah, yeah…so I let Kit Katie have my last treat…big deal!

So, Kit Katie will remain with us until she can get past her problematic health challenges. Mom L and Dad P have been out a lot more green papers trying to get her leaky right eye treated. It will likely always leak but at least now she seems more comfortable. We will leave Katie posted on three websites but we are not longer taking her to any adoption events. She simple cannot withstand the stress. It challenges her immune system.

This is why Kit Katie will no longer be hosted at the end of my blog. Just want you all to know she is safe with us.

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

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