feral cat rescue

Meet Fiona, the Fearless.

I really hadn’t planned to get another cat (this makes six), but this feisty little girl was too hard to resist.

Fi was almost born in the parkinglot where I work. I trapped her malnourished mom and dad the day before she was born.

One of my coworkers lives out in a rural area where she takes care of a group of outdoor cats (some originally feral, many others abandoned), and she was kind enough to let me relocate George and Gracie to her house.

I had George fixed and vaccinated the day I caught him, but Gracie had to wait until her kitten confinement was over (she and her babies had the run of a guest room).

Now mom and dad are fixed, vaccinated, and exploring a much less traffic-laden area where they have a place to call home and don’t have to scrounge for food.

Gracie’s five healthy kittens were all fixed and vaccinated yesterday (along with mom), and three of them (including my Fi) already had good homes waiting for them.

We’re trying to keep Fi separated from the others, but she’s so curious, and Thumper and Bobbin can’t stay away from their new baby sister. I think she’s going to fit in just fine, and, if I wasn’t able to give her mom and dad a good home, I’m happy I could give their daughter one.


Fostering a litter of unsocialized kittens for the local rescue group. Figured this was a good way to do a little mental mending and also give some babies a chance at a long, happy kitty life. I love watching them turn from frightened, biting, scratching babies into a fun group of cats with a ton of neat personalities. My hand is finally healing up. (I call the little one Bitey, owch!) 

Since they came to me unnamed, I got to give them the temporary names for their paperwork. They’re all named after Samurai Jack characters.  ;) Although I do want to someday name a dog Optimus Prime. Just so I can say “Transform and Corgi Out!” ;) 


This precious floof is Eileen, my 8 year old kitty. I adopted this sweet girl back in 2010 from a feral cat rescue shelter, where she was considered “less adoptable” because of being blind in one eye (from an ulcerated cornea).

She now has two medical issues impacting her quality of life and requiring surgery, which is scheduled for September (2017). The surgery includes:

1) Dental extractions - broken teeth stuck in her gums that cause mouth discomfort and bleeding.
2) Eye removal - her blind eye has been on an ongoing cycle of swelling, rupturing, healing, swelling… Though the eye is not actively infected right now, it needs to be removed to prevent this painful (and infection risky) cycle.

The total costs for these two procedures are $995. (See above pic. The “low estimate” in the above picture is for dental only, whereas the “high” includes enucleation or eye removal. I subtracted $77 from the final total because the “mass removal” is unnecessary, it’s just a small benign cyst.)

Between other bills and rent, $995 is a struggle for me, but I still want the surgery to happen so she can be more comfortable. Donations of ANY size would be deeply appreciated and help us out so much.


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I’ll make sure to update this post if I receive any donations, to let everyone know the new balance. Please signal boost if you can, and thank you so much!

my dad signs all his text messages to me ‘from dad’ and sometimes starts them ‘hi this is dad’ and really that’s the most dad-like thing ever

c o n t e n t || l o v e d

My cat, MaoMao is an older rescue cat who started out life as a very young, feral Mum to two kittens. When she was taken in she was deemed too feral to be homed with humans and so was placed into a barn, with an outdoor run to enjoy her days with other rounded up feral cats.

As many as five or six years later it was noticed that she couldn’t walk without severe pain and was diagnosed with advance stage pillow paw. She had surgery to fix her paws and during her isolation her handler realised two things: Her life in the feral-barn was not a good life for her (she didn’t get on with other cats and was extremely timid and undernourished). The second thing was that she actually did seem to like her human handler’s company (and belly rubs!), even if she was very afraid, flighty and slow to trust.

The next stage of her rehab she was homed with my friends who foster cats that may need some time getting used to humans or being taught how to love. { mandytsung & choplogik }. They looked after her for many months, and taught her what a loving home could be. She slowly progressed from hiding behind furniture and art canvases to learning to play and be petted and being social. All along she was the sweetest cat you could imagine. Still, she clearly had some issues, most of which seemed to revolve around her fear of humans.

Her paws healed, but pillow paw is a chronic auto-immune condition. Due to her health and the fact that she was so timid and afraid of new people, it didn’t look too likely that she would find a permanent home.

I met her while house sitting a couple of times and feeding her while my friends took trips for work. We clicked almost instantly, and we fast became tentative pals.

Cleverly, one time, my friends had me look after her for a week in my own home, while they went away. It was just one day into this week that it was clear she had Arrived to her forever home and she was never going to leave.

Now don’t get me wrong, that photo up there is not representative of the entire year we’ve lived together. It took a lot of hard work from us both to learn to trust and love each other.

We’ve come so far, and it has been the most rewarding and beautiful friendship I’ve had with an animal. She’s learned everything from hand gestures, to words and signs of affection. Each one I had to teach her with repetition, patience and respect for her wild tendencies.

She now talks and communicates with me in every way imaginable. She {mostly} listens to me and she definitely understands me. We have the utmost respect for each other. As a result, we are now so close that we can rub our heads into each other, we can spoon and we can sleep next to each other all night long. She comes when I call her and she’s learned to tell me in tender ways when something crosses a line. Earning the love, respect and trust of an animal that many would have passed over is truly something.

She is the smartest, sweetest cat I have ever known and I am so happy to love her and spoil her and provide her with her dream home.

She’s probably about 9 years old now. I hope we get to be pals for a long time.