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As the Christmas Carols play

To all my kitties here on this Christmas day,

Asteroid, yet ANOTHER black kitty. Super active little one. Marcus, a black cat with some silver tipping on your fur. Such a sweet loverboy. Cosmos, hopefully the last tiny kitten of the year. You barely tip the scale at one and a half pounds. That cute orange line down your nose...you'll go fast. Flint, a sweet grey tabby, get over those icky sniffles. Jadzia, Curzon, hugs to my ready to be fixed babies.

Eli, you and Micheal could be twins. You're the sweeter of the two. Micheal, you're just one big ole floof. Well, ok, both of you are. Kira, this time the vet had better get you fixed. Merlin, you're just not a happy boy are you, don't blame you at all. Ricochet, nope, not a feral at all, you were just scared. Bahama....oh the things I could call you..but I won't. Anna, so cute and little, Amur, love the misty grey tabby, KC, such a cute tabby too. Bagel, I hope they take you to petsmart...I swear I get more scratches from you than anyone else. Fairytale, I'm glad you are ready now. Over the ringworm, and looking sweet and pretty. The 'reach and grab' bit has GOT TO GO. Bianca, with so many who 'love' grey cats, why are you still here? Spooky...my poor baby.

Little Mouse, I'm sure soon you will leave our house...as did your sister LadyHawke. Odo, your brother Quark has been adopted, I hope you get fixed and gone soon too. Black and white kittens do seem to go pretty quick. Nova, yes, I took you out of that nice big cage. Since Uhura got adopted, didn't make sense to keep you in there, since that is also a cage a use for feral cats. Sherbert, I'm glad you FINALLY are better. Do me a favor, stop biting holes in your tail. I hate cleaning up blood.

Tootsie, finally getting better I see. Toni, yep, getting bigger all the time, Fancy...well my lady, you were hissing and swatting your last kitten, so I took him away. Hissing at me now? Let us understand each other darling girl. I take care of you, chill out. Galan, I know, Fancy was being very mean. You now have a cage to yourself, your ringworm is almost gone, and you are big enough to get neutered. Enjoy. Oreo...if that damn vet tells me one more time to give you grain free food and dewormer, I'm going to scream. You fill your litter box with urine....that is a urinary problem. She's a quack.

To the three ferals. Ok, Kitty, you're not really a feral, just a very old and upset calico. I think you have a home though. Sure hope so. Hate to see you get put down just because you're old and mean. Thing and Russia....you two are feral. I don't deal with ferals. Unless someone comes in asking for barn cats...you two will be given a one way ticket across the Rainbow Bridge. Until then, I will take care of you as best I can. Also as safely as I can.

I hope all of you enjoyed the canned food. It was a treat for Christmas, and I'll do the same on New Years Dat.

To my 'at home' cats
Missie...you're fat...and lazy. which is why I'm not getting on Spike when he decides to get all 'lovering' on you. I'm glad all of you are fixed.
Velvet...can we at least EAT before you start demanding to be able to clean our plates? Honestly girl...you're worse than a dog about that.
Spike, keep on chasing Missie, she needs the exercise.
Tiger, you still don't have the brains of a dead rock. We love you anyway ya big lug.
Mouse, now I know why you use Tiger as a pillow, yeah...one big fuzzy warm lump.
Angel, you are looking better now that the fleas are nearly gone. You and Velvet were looking pretty scruffy for a while.

Oh yes...to the two cats who are 'boarding' with us. Penny, sheldon, deal with it. You are in a cage until your owner comes to get you.
Dear Maddie:

It's only been four days since my parents had to help my twin, your owner, give you mercy. I'm still feeling a little guilty. I wish I could've kept you when my twin moved out with her family, but with the way you and Kravitz kept trying to steal each other's food, and had those little spats, it just wasn't feasible.

I wish I could've found you another home; one that could have afforded regular vet visits. Maybe they would've caught whatever sickness took you, or at least seen it coming and made your last days as comfortable as possible. But I felt guilty for even thinking about it because you weren't my cat and it wasn't my call to make. I should've ignored that; should've tried harder.

Oh, Maddie. You dear, owl-faced, pretty girl with the softest fur in the world. I'm sorry your life ended after only ten years, but I'm glad I knew you for about three of 'em. I'm glad you warmed up to me and knew you could trust me, and flopped against my shoulder to snuggle in bed. And I'm glad you're not sick or hurting anymore and you're at the Rainbow Bridge, where there are no crates or snow; the two things you hated most.

Find a fluffy cushion in a big, fat sunbeam, and rest easy with all the other family pets who got there before you did. You earned it.

= me.

Nov. 25th, 2016

Dear Kravitz:

I'm not sure if I approve of your now prominent habit of fussing at me if the blankets aren't rumpled enough for you to burrow under. But it is kinda funny.

= me.
So...to all of you at the shelter,
Checkoff (formerly chappell) Delenn, Already adopted...how wonderful, Midas, Artemis (now over that icky ringworm) Bahama...won't that girl EVER come get you?...Strudel, Londo (yes, I will name one G'Kar....or N'toth) Gumdrop, you guys and girls are my 'star crew' for now. Out in the front where everyone can see you. Such lovely ones as you are.

Susan...you're feral, sad to say, such a lovely calico, McCoy....you've still got that 'manx thing' going on, but at least you aren't as bad. Still....with the vet insisting that deworming and grain free food can 'fix anything' I still would like to see her license. Tasha, now that you are separated from your sibs, at least they can eat...Sulu, Troi, you two can eat now, the evil one is gone. (all three black kittens....) Ginger, you and Tootsie just are not really getting better. Ok...your diarhea is better, as is hers, but you are just not gaining weight. Well...Tootsie is, finally. That damned ringworm though. Fancy...what is wrong baby girl? Your kittens were doing so well...and now....I'm feeding you the best I can is there something else wrong?

Little Bester (yes, a black kitten!!) and sister Marshmallow...(black and white) you two were kinda on the hissing side, now are sweet little things. Eat up, you two, get bigger so we can get you out front. Jadzia, Curzon, Vekek...such tiny little ones, Max, you are looking way better now that you're not all sneezy, Spooky, sighs....you've been here way too long, sad to say, you're going out of the 'cute black kitten' and going into black cat. Kira, such a sweet girl, and looking better as well. Charming, not much like your name there fella.

Now to my 'ringworm' room (although, frankly, it's kinda all over the shelter,thanks to people who won't wash their hands after touching cats, and new people at the shelter who think that 'isolation' means, if they go in with the people) Sherbert, Tribble, I'm sorry you two have to be in those tiny cages, soon you'll be better, Nikki..my shirt is not your scratching post, Oreo...are you EVER going to get ok? Bombay, such a silly, Arthur, Cinderella, BabyRuth, equally silly kits, Tori, I'm glad we FINALLY got you named, honestly, saying 'that black kitten' is like saying 'that grain of sand on the beach' Bagel, chill, Caviar, soon lovely lady, Quark, Odo...stop that, you are NOT going to act like your at war with me, Scotty, Keika, teach those two some manners, won't you? Nova, such a tiny kit...Uhura, I'm glad you came in...well, not glad, but I was hoping for a siamese to name Uhura.

To my evil ones at home....Stop fighting over the food, and stop filling up the litter box. Velvet, you're now eating dry (found a food even SHE will eat) that means, oh toothlessone, one can of food per day, since you're gaining weight now. Missie, you WILL have a bath...as long as it is warm enough. Stop inviting fleas to live on you, you won't get bathed...that much. Get thin enough to wash your own butt, and I'll stop bathing you. Once we find a flea treatment that actually WORKS and doesn't cost the entire food budget. Angel, Mousie, yes, of course you may eat. Ingore the evil calico, or just stand up to her. Spike, what is this? Everytime Velvet is on my lap, you gotta join us now? What pray tell is going on? Tiger....there is nothing to say...except...lights on, no ones home...and I think the gerbil running your brain died. Oh...whoever caught the mouse, thank you...and next time...not in the middle of the room, ok?

Dearest, dearest Dante

My beautiful little babycat,

We've had a good time together. 13 wonderful years of love and memories. You chased away my grief for my mother - you were my last, unplanned gift from her, the spitting image of the kitten grown up that featured on my bedroom wall as a child. You came into my nightmares and chased away the monsters, you brought me a bird when you thought I needed it, you made me laugh and complained bitterly at me and my husband when we argued, always bringing an end to the anger by us reassuring you and cuddling you that it was okay between us.

There's so much I want to say, so many wonderful things. I hate that I couldn't make you better, that we don't have much more time left. That I have until 11.30am this Saturday with you. Until that final visit. I'll be with you right till the last, my babycat.

I want to remember the way you smell, I want to carry that scent in my heart forever. I want to savour each second, bury myself in your fur and hold you, never let you go, never let your warmth grow cold. I can’t bear this hanging on til the time is nigh. And yet I can’t bear for the time to pass, I want to freeze each and every second, to stop this clock and step off sideways with you and keep this moment forever.

My sweet little babycat, I'm going to miss you so very much.


Once more, an update...of sorts

So...I was on a food kick for a bit, now, it's all Star Trek and Babylon 5. So, the names will change...but not the cats. (as they come in, I name 'em....)
Domino, Buttercup, you two actually let me pick you up. No longer 'semi feral' but getting near to pets. Pumpkin....you're just a wild one...here's hoping the Vet agrees.
Kittens...all of you, most are doing pretty darn good. ChungKing...you are getting to be a chunky little monkey. Cinder, you on the other hand....how can I get you to eat???? Cinderella, I'm glad you are not the one with diarhea...that is your Mama. She is getting better, now that you two are separated. Picard...oh, such a lovely handsome boy, and Kirk...I know you're a neutered boy but still such a lover.

Jinx, you made a wonderful recovery. Now, back out front, I'm hoping for someone to come and want a lovely Russian Blue. For the rest of you up front...chins up guys and gals.

Fancy, your babies are in the 'monster walk' stage. Oh so cute. Also named, Fission, Fusion, Mouse, Ladihawke, Sable and Mustard. Sadly, your little foster just did not make it.

Sheridan, Sinclair, welcome.

Velvet, got off the bread, that is not a bed. Missie...there is too darn much of you to sit in the middle of the kitchen, Spike, tiger, you two.....Angel, Mousie, glad to see you two are coming out more. Again, hang in there all of you, even two year old grow up....if we let her. At least she is more into hugging and kissing all of you, and not chasing you poor things around like the twins do (when they are allowed to come in the house at all....as it is, we are considering letting them spend a night here, now and then...one at a time)
Dearest Rasberry,
I know you were failing for a while. You hadn't quite been yourself, and the not eating and just kinda laying there were not a good sign. You went down so fast, I barely had time to realize what was going on. Finding you deceased in your cage was NOT a good start to the day. I can only hope that you went quick, and now you are out of pain.

I hope, when we meet at the stone bridge, you will be one of those who will vote to let me pass. Even though you were 'only another shelter cat', well...you had a piece of my heart, as do all the others.

Rest in peace, and with Bastet darling Rasberry. I will continue to love you, though you, and so many others are gone.

updates and changes

Ok, so I'll start at one end of the shelter, and go through...
Tootsie...the vet wouldn't even fix you. I did not know your diarhea was that bad. Well,we will just see what we can do. Fairytale, your little Cinderella seems to be gaining weight. Her sibs are already taken care of, so Aurora, Charming and Arthur can be adopted. Merlin has already gone home...the Vet took him. Noir, you're doing a bit better, and Fancy, your kittens are just too cute.

For my cats and kittens in the lobby, all of you are looking better. Bahama....chill out baby cat.

Coffee....why would someone put a microchip into a cat, then forget about it? Honestly, don't people know they have to register, update and pay a fee for them? Probably not. Sighs...well, all we can do is hope your owner is missing you, and will come to look for you. For my newer cats, and freshly spayed or neutered kittens, things are looking up. We haven't gotten a million more of you...although, it seems we are still getting little kittens in on nearly a daily basis. At least most of you are eating on your own....yes, chungking...you are getting fat. Which is a good thing.

Buttercup, Domino, you two are getting a little bit more friendly. Here is hoping you'll both be adoptable, and not have to be put down as feral.

Jinxy....I'm going to be giving Bastet special prayers for you, my lovely girl. You are in pain, but the Vet doesn't seem to want to do anything. Somehow, I don't think grain free food and pituitrophen is going to do a darn thing. If you will accept them, special hugs and lovings to you...and, who knows...perhaps you will be going across the rainbow bridge, and be out of pain.

At home kitties? Flea season has been horrid this year. Weekly bathing (for those we COULD bathe), daily combings, and flea stuff hasn't seemed to made a difference. Things do seem to be getting better as the nights get colder. Flea traps are helping quite a bit as well. Now, I cannot do a darn thing about the other pest. Don't worry though, two year olds have a habit of growing up...eventually.

It has been a while, hasn't it

Lots of changes, but still same old thing.
Fancy, you are a truly lovely bright tortie, and your newborn kittens are just darling. I'm hoping they are the last litter of the year. After all, the other cat I was suspicious about got fixed yesterday. you now have six lovely babies.
Fairytail and GlenEllen, you two will be having your babies taken away and fixed over the next couple of weeks. They are getting bigger and very feisty, I'm sure you two will enjoy the peace and quiet, and being able to eat without babies taking it all. Besides, you two are lovely cats as well, and should go quickly.
Those of you who got fixed, don't worry, the pain goes away, then people are gonna want to take you home and spoil you. We can hope that lots and lots of you get adopted over the next few months....if only to get the shelter a bit emptier.
Domino, Buttercup, will you two chill out and settle? Yes, I know, you were running free and are now in tiny cages. Still...I'm not the evil person trapped you, I'm just the tired lady who feeds you and cleans your cages.
For all you black cats, Rasberry, Noir, Spooky, Max, Arthur, Cinderella, Charming, Aurora, Nikki, and any who might come in, next month, we won't be letting any of you get adopted. (which sucks, cause four of those are Fairytale's kittens) Not that I think anyone around this area is going to pay 75.00 to kill a kitten, but one never knows. Of course, the boss may have other ideas, but we'll see, now won't we.

For my 'at home' kitties, Missie...don't get mad because I laugh at you for pawing at the gate separating the kitchen from the rest of the house. I know, you, unlike the other cats cannot slide through the baby gate, or get over. That means you have to sit there and paw at the gate until someone opens it. Especially when the baby is up. Sorry fat cat, but you'll just have to deal. Tiger, Spike, MUST you do the indie 500 at 3am? Mouse, that evil cat is just mad because you try to eat all her food. She has no teeth, let the poor skinny raggedy thing eat. She's old. Angel, it is nice to see you coming out of hiding. Now that the fleas are leaving, you and Missie are both looking better. You are both flea magnets, winter is a nice time.

Dearest cats

Rasberry and Noir, settle down, please? Kittens...ok, you don't need to settle, but Jinx, you are looking a lot better. Sugar, I'm getting you out of that corner cage. You need someplace where people can SEE you...not just hear you.

Sadly, we've lost a LOT of kittens. Very young ones, like in less than a month old. I wish to HELL people would STOP PICKING UP LITTERS OF KITTENS. Dammitall, I hate losing entire litters. If people would have just left them, Mama would have been able to raise them.

Corona, Chablis, Cuervo...you three will be out front as soon as I have cages. GlenEllen, you, my sweet girl are doing a wonderful job with your own six babies. (yes, I'm naming cats after booze...its been a bad few weeks)

For those of you who are ready to be fixed...sorry, but this past week have been a week to forget. Not only did we get in nearly twenty cats, but all those dogs as well. The vet didn't have time to get to the cats...except three of them. Well...means next week, I'll have a LONG list of kitties to get fixed. Won't that be fun???

Missie, we will continue to comb you with that flea comb. I do prefer that to bathing. It is doing some good, you have fewer fleas. Maybe we can get Angel as well. Velvet, if you don't eat your food, another cat will. I'm not going to stand over you while you eat. Especially not after the kids ordered in pizza. Oh...and you still do not get milk, cheese or any dairy product. Your system doesn't like it, even though you do. Oh yes...thank you for allowing little Harlee to hug and kiss you without clawing her eyes out. Either you like her, or you are mellowing in your old age. Or,most likely, you just are too old, stiff and sore to do so. Either way, she loves you, and eventually even two year olds grow up. After all, her mother did.


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