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Pawing Forward: Mandy’s (aka Momma Kat) Hope Chest Brings Joy to Others

HIYA!!   SAVANNAH HERE!!!

So pleased to have you stop by to learn what I have been able to do with the contents of Mandy’s Hope Chest (aka Momma Kat). As you know from my previous post, Mandy’s guardian, now her adopter, never gave her a name—I thought Mandy suited her perfectly. And sadly, her adopter also adopted all five of her kittens so none will ever have opportunity to have their very own homes and caring humans. The adopter has many other cats and often fosters so as the adopter stated “I don’t have a lot of time to do anything but clean and feed”. I regret to say that Mandy and her five kittens, now about a year old, will seldom have the enrichment they so deserve.

That is the real story behind Mandy’s “adoption and permanent home”. Based on the lack of interest on the part of the adopter, in the contents of Mandy’s Hope Chest, I made a decision. I am a cat and that is my prerogative, right???

Contra Costa Humane Society (CCHS), my former shelter for a whole year, pulled two adult cats from my county’s public shelter—both were hit by cars as was Mandy. I know that Mandy would want her Hope Chest contents to find a meaningful home and now they have. You all remember Mandy’s heroic story about being hit by a car and making sure she got home to care for her tiny kittens—here

I already introduced you to Bailey and CJ aka Charming Jack who are the recipients of Mandy’s generosity.

Both have name changes which you are gonna really truly love.

This post is all about Bailey, now carrying the ultra-cool name of NITRO!

Of course The Kid Sage had to help in splitting up all the goodies and packing it for delivery.

Sweet! Nice stuff. I have no idea where I can stash all of this

Sadly for TKS, her bin was not gonna have anything in it but her.

WHAT??!! You’re gonna ship me somewhere? Wait? What?!

MEET NITRO—Super Hero

Okay, so why am I hangin’ around here?

Bailey was being fed along with many other feral and stray kitties by two or three very kind people and businesses. They were hangin’ out behind a TV shop in a sort’a strip mall.

The rescuer, who noticed Bailey’s eye was really infected, suspects he was left by some human “squatters” who lived behind that shop for a while. Bailey was super duper friendly and the rescuer knew he was not a feral cat.

Fast forward, and Bailey was brought to my county’s public shelter where he was treated for both a fractured jaw as well as an eye injury so serious they had to remove his right eye.

At that time CCHS pulled Bailey and welcome him to Kitty Corner. I don’t think he was there more than about a week, and his new family were drawn by universal cat energy straight to Bailey. The oldest child, Mr. Christopher,  knew right away that Bailey was not only his cat, but he also knew that Bailey was not his REAL NAME!!!

Mr. Christopher and Nitro

Mr Christopher looked around at the other cats and CCHS and then his eyes found Bailey. Christopher turned to his Mom and said “that’s our cat Mom!”

And how could a Mom say no to a son, six years old, who never once cared that Bailey had only one eye. All he saw was a new family member he was ready to love and cherish.

As for Bailey’s permanent name—well Mr. Christopher knew just what it must be. Again, Mr. Christopher tuned to his Mom and said “Mom, his name isn’t Bailey—it’s Nitro!” His Mom said how do you know that?  Mr. Christopher replied “He survived being hit by a car so he is a super hero!”

And there you have it, Nitro is loved by both his young caretakers, Mr. Christopher, six years old, and Mr. Raj who is three years old.

I hope all who read this post realize that Mr. Christopher never ever once noticed that Nitro was missing one eye. All Mr. Christopher saw was a kitty he would love and care for forever.

Loved by two super kids!

As you all know, humans think they “rescue” us cats in shelters, but what they don’t always count on is how “we” , the “cat” rescue them right back.

Mr. Raj gets restless at night and was moving to join his parents in bed about one to two AM most morning. Once Nitro arrived, within the first week or so, he was sleeping with the adult humans, but when he heard Mr. Raj stirring, he moved to do his job. Nitro slips from the adults’ bed to join Mr. Raj and snuggle close so Mr. Raj knows he is safe and loved. Nice, right?

I will keep him sage, purromise

As for the contents of Mandy’s Hope Chest, I split it between Nitro and another adult cat hit by a car named CJ. You will meet him and hear his story on my Wednesday blog post.

Please enjoy viewing some photos of Nitro as he explores and appreciates his gifts from Mandy.

Be sure to join me again on Wednesday to learn al about CJ and his new name and family.

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

Momma Kat (aka Mandy) Is Home

HIYA!!   SAVANNAH HERE!!!

I won’t keep you in suspense. Mandy, as I have named Momma Kat, will remain for the rest of her life in the care of her foster human. The foster human is also keeping all five of her kittens for as long as they live. It was determined by the foster that the tightly bonded family would suffer too much anguish if they are split apart.

Mom L has tried to get contact with their now permanent guardian in order to deliver Mandy’s Hope Chest. We have had no response after a few attempts to reach out to schedule delivery.

So I made another decision. I told Mom L it was time to find another cat who is as deserving as Mandy to give the hope chest items to. I’m sure Mandy won’t mind and would approve of the two adult male cats I have chosen.

We have never been able to get updated photos of Mandy and her five kittens, who are about ten to eleven months old now. But I thought you would enjoy viewing those that we have collected over the course of this story.

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Alas, none of the five kittens have been given names either. The rescue organization and foster human decided that this family of six did not need to be separated to assist them in becoming more socialized to humans. They have therefore become more bonded to each other and even other cats in this home. They did not want to hurt the cats’ feelings by separating them. The foster believes separating them might mean taking a chance that someone might grow tired of them or decide to get rid of them which would leave them with never seeing their siblings again and years of loneliness and even pain.

The rescue did not promote Mandy or her kittens through their network of supporters since last summer. We do not know why. They have been listed on Pet Finder and the other cat rescues Mom L got to courtesy post them on their own websites. And of course, Mandy has been hugely promoted by all of you! Thank you for trying to help her.

I don’t know about you kitties and woofies reading this ending to Momma Kat’s Mandy’s story, but I don’t think we have the same feelings about sticking with our birth family as humans do. We are not the same as hawks, wolves, Sandhill cranes and others who mate for life. We are not like Elephants, wolves and Kangaroos who stick to our birth parents for a year or longer.

We can be separated and once placed in a loving home with a safe space in which to live and food to eat, we do not look back over our tails to see what happened to our siblings, or even our parents.

This makes me wonder if humans all too often attach their own feelings to us rescue cats and make decisions for our care based on what “they” would want. What about what “we” want like our very own humans to give us chin scritches and laps to nap on?

Please help me figure this out by leaving a comment to answer this question.

Can humans assign too many of their own range of “feelings” like “anger”, “guilt”, “sad”—to rescue cats, when considering a best placement for them?

Now allow me to introduce you to the two adult shelter rescue cats I have chosen to be recipients of Mandy’s hope chest. It will be split between them. (please do paw each photo to bigify—worth it!)

Charming Jack aka CJ

His rescue organization describes him and his story—“This poor little guy was brought in to a county shelter assumed to have been hit by a car and with his right rear leg in bad shape.  After being evaluated by specialists, it was determined that surgery could not fix the bad break and an amputation was necessary.  Three sturdy legs later, this guy is all purrs, pets and affection!”

Happily I can report that CJ has just been adopted into a marvelous home!!

Bailey

Dad P provided limo service for Bailey when he went in for one of his checkups. His rescue organization describes him and his story.

“Once being fed as a stray cat, a woman found him in bad shape one day with his right eye badly damaged and his jaw out of alignment.  Taken to a public shelter, it appeared he’d been hit by a car and immediate care was needed.  His right eye was beyond repair and was promptly removed and his jaw was realigned and sutured as it heals.  Yet despite all of this, nothing slows his purrmotor down, nor his muffin-making with his paws in total contentment.  He is such an amazing soul!”

So there you have it! The hope chest contents are still going to adult shelter rescue cats who have survived being hit by a car—just like courageous Mandy!

Don’t forget to answer my question in comments. Here it is again—

Can humans assign too many of their own range of “feelings” like “anger”, “guilt”, “sad”—to rescue cats, when considering a best placement for them?

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

A Real Rescue Cat Is Talking

HI EVERYONE!

I am the cat you saw on Savannah’s blog for Sunday Selfie. Bet you are all curious how she came to know me, right?

Super Cat

This is the photo before I had Mom L apply some cool filters and whatnot. I was not having a fun time when she took this photo.

Super cat at clinic

Savannah asked me to come back again as a guest so I can share my rescue story. Mom L was helping out as usual at the Kitchen Cat Clinic that Community Concern 4 Cats (CC4C) hosts almost every week in Miss Gemma’s kitchen. Doc Josie is a feline cat vet, retired, and she gives her veterinary skill and expertise to CC4C. I think that is pretty cool, don’t you?

One week ago today, I was the first cat to be placed in a carrier on the table. I was supposed to be patient number one that day. But, I had other thoughts about that so as soon as my rescue humans placed me and my carrier on the table, I began my low warning growl.

The growl beging

You know the one I mean don’t you? Cats and woofies alike have a special low growl to warn others that we aren’t comfortable. And kitties and woofies I can tell you I was totally not having a good feeling at that point in time.

Because my warning growl was pretty consistent, Doc Josie and Miss Gemma decided that my exam ought to be carried out at my vet appointment which was on the same day.

Now how did I come to be with those humans, in that carrier, at that cat clinic?

Let me tell you the story of my amazing rescue! I found myself sitting beside the off ramp of a busy freeway on a very hot day about a month ago.

That ramp was scary

There I was, sitting there near some shrubs, watching all those fast moving cars whiz off that freeway and down the ramp. I had no idea what I was going to do. I hadn’t had much to eat, no water and as I said, it was hot, hot, hot!

Then I saw a car go by, but not quite as fast as the others. I could tell the lady was saying “Is that a cat??!!” I wanted to jump up and down to let her know—YES!! I AM A CAT!! HELP ME!!

But that car was quickly gone. Bummer! But then I thought, “wait a minute, what if they are going to come back?” I started to worry that maybe they wouldn’t see me clearly again—hmmmm—then I realized that I ought to be on the other side of that busy freeway off ramp.

So, I hunkered down low to be able to see how much space between cars I might have, and it was not an encouraging site I can tell you. I paced a bit thinking about just how to make that dash for my life across that ramp.

Well, I realized I did have nine lives so maybe if I used up a couple getting across that would be ok. Next thing I knew, I was taking a great old big deep breff, I watched the cars a moment more and then ZZIIIIIIIPPPP! I ran for my life across the ramp and landed with a big kerplop on the other side.

Whew! I made it! I think I might have seen a couple of my nine lives thinking about taking off as I sailed under and through those cars. But they must have thought the better of it and those two lives stuck around to see what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, that same car came back and pulled off the ramp to the side where they saw me. YAY!!! They found me!! Now I had to let them know how much I really wanted to get out of there and go with them to be safe.

So the man, Mr David, came over to me but he stopped and seemed hesitant because I had my mouth open and I was panting. Well, you know I said it was hot, hot, hot, right? Add that to my dash for life across the ramp and you can bet I was panting!

Just to make Mr David feel appreciated, I started to weave in and out and around his legs. You know that trick, right? I kept doing that to let him know I was really a good kitty. He still wasn’t sure. Mr. David hollered over the traffic noise to his really nice wife, Miss Jan and asked what they should do. Miss Jan thought for a split second and then she made the decision to scoop me up in her arms and get me into their car!!! And Mr David jumped in too and we were off!!

I was safe!!!!!

There you have it everyone. The story of my rescue thanks to Miss Jan and Mr David. They took me home and set me up in their garage all nice and comfy.  I couldn’t go inside because their resident cat who is sixteen years old, had never really been around other cats.

Liking the garage

But then they worried I wouldn’t get exercise while they were working to find a rescue group to help them find a home for me. And they could tell that I was a mancat who had never been neutered. Probably my large size and handsome head gave me away, although they did take a couple of looks under my tail. Not sure for what though. Anyway, they knew I needed exercise so they went shopping just for me!

And this is how I came by the name of Super Cat!

Super Cat arrives

Yes! I gave no resistance to getting into that harness and had no problem walking along on the leash. I was after all, safe!!

One more photo of Super Cat

But I still did not have a forever home. So CC4C committed to help Miss Jan and Mr David find me an adopter. They became very close to me and wanted my home to be special. Mr David put my Super Cat photo on his Face Book page and on the Next Door Neighbor network. He and Miss Jan took me to a Petco and voila!! A nearby neighbor of theirs saw me on Face Book and she and her husband wanted me!! That’s right! This mancat who was tossed away on the side of a freeway off ramp now had a family that wanted him—ummm—I mean “me”.

As Savannah always says, I have a HAPPY TAILS ENDING!!

PAW WAVES, SUPER CAT

NEVER FORGET MOMMA KAT—still not adopted nor any of her five kittens, now six months old

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