Thursday, February 28, 2008


Our Frieda has been hanging in there, surprising me. I was really afraid the she wasn't going to last the week when I went into the hospital at the start of the month, yet she has not only endured but her appetite has improved.

Now, just weeks after I was sure she wouldn't survive more than a few more days, when I was seriously weighing if I should release her from her failing body, her resurgence is a rebuke to me. Frieda is not ready to give up just yet. Her eyes are still bright with life, she is alert and interested in what is going on around her--and she is still enough "Frieda" to resist pilling and fluids.

She just may get to see another Spring and eat the first shoots of grass that will be appearing in less than a month.

Wednesday, February 27, 2008

When Predators Attack

Today was a vet visit for Grendel and Charcoal. Grendel needs a periodic steroid injection for her chronic cough--which we have notice increasing over the past two weeks. Although she remains feral, she is docile enough to pick up. She resists going into the carrier but once inside, she is quiet and resigned. She doesn't give the vet any problem so the bimonthly vet visit is usually uneventful.


Charcoal has lost a small amount of weight recently and we wanted to have her checked for possible early stage kidney disease or thyroid problems.

Putting her in the carrier was not as easy as getting our feral cat in one.

Gentle, shy Charcoal not only struggled when I grabbed her but bit me. I got four bites on my arm. Denny grabbed her and got bites and scratches on his hands.

My arm with cat bites

We finally got out the Big Leather Gloves and put Charlie in her carrier. She was well behaved for the rest of the ordeal. Denny and I will be healing up for some time. And we are still in shock that our sweet little Charlie would bite.

Charcoal in the closet

Charcoal spent the evening hiding in the closet, unwilling to forgive us for making her bite us.


Edited to Add: My wounds healed up with no problem. Denny got bit more deeply and had to soak his hands several days running in a warm epsom salt bath. We also both used the clorox bleach soak (1/2 cup bleach to one gallon of water--thanks, Noofies!) one day after the "attack." Denny healed up in about a week.

Cat bites, though rare, are a part of dealing with large numbers of the critters. I have learned to be very proactive in treating these wounds as these bites are nototious for infection. Bites our cats have received from others have become abcessed in less than a day and I have learned to run them in to see the vet the minute I see a wound.

Monday, February 18, 2008

In Memory...

Sad news this afternoon. Raider's brother, Auggie, left us too soon.

He had a loving life with my cousin but his body failed him and she had to make the saddest but most selfless of decisions.

This poem is running through my head tonight:

Shadow’s Song

I`m not gone...not really
I haven`t gone away...I`ve only gotten bigger.
My eyes, so bright, now shine among the stars.
My voice sings with the wind in winter, as I leap
and dance among the tree tops.
I stalk the blown leaves in autumn, and brush the
flowers gently in the spring.
I come to you in dreaming,
on feet grown dreamtime soft,
And lay my cheek against yours and whisper;

Peace be with you.

Someday we will play again together,
you and I, among the stars.
Til then, fear not to love,
for your love gave my life meaning.
And I return that love to you...
a hundredfold...
a thousandfold...

by audrey e

Good-bye, Auggie. You were a very good boy.

Monday, February 11, 2008


Twitch is good company when I sit at the computer late at night.

Friday, February 8, 2008


I was up and shuffling around the house per doctor's orders when I came across Mimi stretched out in the downstairs window.

Mimi Manytoes
Mimi's back paws