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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.

Everyday Brings New Excitement

HIYA!!   SAVANNAH HERE!!!

I have to say that having this Kit Katie hanging around sure does keep everyone on their toes. She is non-stop checking out every little corner of my castle. And she has to talk all the time she is doing it. How the heck can a senior cat get her napping done.

Well as you can see, I am not having anything to do with the kid’s explorations. As long as I have my end of the couch and Mom L is at the other end where she can reach over and pet me now and then, I don’t care

I do have to say that Kit Katie has really been living on the edge the last few days. You remember that photo from my last Friday Memes where TKS is staring from her tower in total disbelief at what she is seeing happening before her eyes?

I cannot believe what Kit Katie is doing!!!!

This is what TKS was watching. She was looking at me, actually enjoying some treats within like eighteen inches of Kit Katie. Yup, even I surprised myself doin’ it the first time. Heck, my throat was so hoarse from hissing at Kit Katie (KK) when she hopped up on my our bed, I needed those treats just to clear my head!!

Now we do this almost every morning. I am actually staying on the bed while KK roams all over it. She has discovered Mom L’s iPad and thinks those mouses are pretty fun. (hover over photo to view caption)

She has also discovered that she can climb from our bedroom scratch post to the tippy top of Mom L’s jewelry chest to get a better look at the art hanging on the wall.

And TKS has an even more frightening experience as she watched from her tower at this morning’s action with KK and me on our bed.

No!! Oh no!! This is gonna be really really bad!!!

You see, KK was all rolling around on the bed and snuggled up against Mom L’s leg. Then she did the awful horrible. She stretched as far as she could and she let her paw touch my furs!!! TKS was right to be lookin’ so shocked!

I bet I can reach Savvy from here…

Well I can tell you that I gave her my loudest, meanest snarl and yowl of outrage and I raised my paw to give her a whack! Luck for KK she moved fast and zipped off the edge of the bed. The nerve!!!

So I am ready for Kit Katie to find her own castle. I sure do hope my pals will grab her badge at this end of this blog post and share her all over your social media. Anyone interested can contact Contra Costa Humane Society in Pleasant Hill, CA at 925-279-2247. Kit Katie lives with me, but CCHS has her in their re-homing program so they contact Mom L if there is an inquiry for Kit Katie.

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

PeeEss…thought you might like to see some new photos of the River View Park cats getting their chow on a very rainy day. Didn’t stop them!

And here is KK’s badge.

Will You Help?

HIYA!!!   SAVANNAH HERE!!!

I let you know on my Friday Memes last week that Mom L and Dad P and I were gonna be letting you know how our foster kittens Katie and Lilly are doing with their health challenges. I also hinted that we would be asking for some help to be able to keep doing what we do for community cats and all of my Paw It Forward work.

Back in July this year I hinted that I was going to be writing a blog post about “cat hoarding” from the perspective of whether or not it is “hoarding” versus “being overwhelmed”. As you know if you follow my blog, I never got around to writing that blog series. Yes, series. It will take more than one blog post to present what Mom L and I have learned since late June of this year about this topic. And we continue to learn more even now.

I also posted on #RememberMeThursday about our foster kittens Katie and Lilly. Now I have more to share and Mom L and I hope you will take the time to read this post and look at the photos we are sharing for the first time about where Mom L found foster Katie.

Before I start my story, take at look at this photo of Katie at about the same age as Lilly is now (about five months old).

Sure isn’t tough to tell they are closely related, is it??

Of course we are now almost six month later and Katie is starting to look more like a young adult girl cats. Lovely, don’t ya think?

Now let me tell you right up front that I am asking my readers to help me SHARE a Go Fund Me appeal that Mom L and I started with the expert help of our pals from Dash Kitten. Miss Marjorie and my AdventurCat pal Silver were instrumental in urging Mom L to set up this appeal.

The story on Go Fund Me is about the challenge to bring Katie and Lilly back to health so they could be adopted. The story I am sharing with you all, my closest pals, is how we got here in the first place.

A call to Mom L to help a nearby apartment manager find homes for five or six left behind adult cats when residents moved on. Friendly young adults, no problem. Mom L goes and learns that not only are there more than five or six “friendly” cats just waiting to be plucked up and dropped into a carrier, but that there are kittens involved as well.

As Mom L and Dad P completed their initial cat rescue at this apartment site in late July, they had a count of THIRTY cats, kittens, both alive and dead, that they personally helped. Katie was one of the inside females, not spayed, that the apartment resident “forgot” to mention she had. It started with “I have four females not spayed” to “I have four females not spayed and six kittens”. (PLEASE HOVER OVER PHOTOS FOR STORY TELLING CAPTIONS)

That turned into one spayed senior female, one not spayed not pregnant or lactating female, three females with kittens inside the apartment and Katie who at five months had only recently stopped lactating. Yes, Katie had kittens before she was six months old and all were dead within a week. Mom L found eight dead kittens in the closet area while searching for live kittens.

In the above photos you can see this sweet little tuxie girl who was dying. The resident told Mom L that “such things happen when they are so young”. Mom L was stunned and quickly found a rescue who helped her get that kitten to a vet. Thankfully the vet’s office manage stepped up to take the little girl home and care for her. We don’t know if she made it.

Katie was born in this apartment.

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She never left until Mom L and Miss Stacey caught her with a towel so they could get her spayed. When Dad P and Mom L tried to return Katie to the outside by the apartment, Katie refused to leave the carrier. That’s when Dad P stepped up and said “she’s coming home with us”. Mom L learned from the resident that Katie had actually NEVER been outside and had no idea what to do. Katie’s first six month of life were spent in a dark, toxic environment with only one litter box between so many cats and kittens. She had kittens so young she didn’t know how to care for them and so they died.

Don’t make me go outside!! (Katie)

Lilly was one of a litter of five, the last litter born to this apartment resident’s hoard. Mom L couldn’t trap Lilly’s mom before she gave birth to her five kittens. But, Mom L and Miss Stacey found the kittens about ten days after birth. They then caught the mom cat who is probably Katie’s sister, and the mom cat and her kittens were fostered by Miss Stacey. Lilly was fortunate that she has only known kind and loving care from a human, unlike Katie.

Lilly is the kitten on the far right of photo

Because there was so much inbreeding going on in this apartment hoarding tragedy, most of the kittens and young adults suffer from immune system challenges.

This is where my appeal to my readers comes in. Katie and Lilly have suffered so many health challenges over the five months with Katie and four months with Lilly living with us. Mom L, Dad P and I have focused on keeping Lilly alive and helping Katie recover from health and emotional challenges from June until late November. Katie has a permanent disability limp, possibly from birth defect or early kitten injury. Thankfully this disability doesn’t stop sweet Katie from jumping and playing and running around.

After many trips to emergency and costly vet diagnostics, we believe the kittens are now ready for adoption. And we are asking that they go as a bonded pair. Katie and Lilly are so closely bonded that when one cries the other gets agitated.

What do you think? Are our foster girls ready for their own special permanent home?

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There you have it my friends and followers and readers everywhere. I am not appealing to you to donate to my Go Fund Me appeal. I am asking that you PLEASE SHARE SHARE SHARE this blog post on all your social media platforms to help me replenish our green papers so we can keep on Pawing It Forward.

My Go Fund Me site has all the medical costs and more details about the battle for health with each kitten.

Thanks to all who are willing to SHARE this blog post across all avenues of social media.

My pal Brian, from Brian’s Home, asked his Dad Terry to make an awesome graphic to use as the symbol for our fundraiser appeal. Please feel free to grab it from this post and use it yourself!! Isn’t Brian the bestest??!!!

This badge is smaller version. The one below is the larger.

You can find our fundraiser here or by clicking badge below.

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

 

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