When I took in my first rescue cat, KK, I really didn’t know exactly what I was getting into. All the previous cats I’d ever been around as a kid had been outdoor barn cats, so acclimating one to indoor living was new to me. Indoor living was also apparently new to KK as well, given how determined he was to go outside whenever he wanted. As I found in my experience with KK and all my subsequent cats, you have to train a cat, just like a dog, to follow rules and learn what is and isn’t allowed in the home for it to be a happy and harmonious place.
While hiring someone to “talk” to your pet might seem crazy to more than a few people, when you find yourself in a situation where you feel like you’ve exhausted all other options, it starts seeming more and more like a good idea. That was the case for me when one of our barely one-year-old neutered male cats decided to go on an unauthorized journey. While I wanted to believe an animal communicator would be the answer to my prayers, I went into it with a healthy bit of skepticism. I hoped that this stranger I researched and hired was the real, legitimate deal and could help me get my young cat back.
If you follow Saving Cats, Dogs and Cash on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/savingscatsanddogswhilesavingcash/), or have noticed in the pictures I share here on my blog featuring stories about my cats and dogs, you may notice that they don’t wear collars. The reason is that when I was a kid, our dogs did wear them. One incident with a collar has kind of traumatized me for life and is always in the back of my mind with my own pets.
It may or may not apply to you and your situation, but I wanted to share this story, if nothing else, to at least bring attention to the matter to maybe help someone else out there avoid having a similar incident.
It had been years since I’d had to house train a dog, so when I took Ruby in, I’d hoped it would be as easy as I’d remembered. It wasn’t. Being glued to a computer working while trying to watch a sneaky little pup, was stressful and taking longer to train than I needed it to. I honestly don’t remember how I came across the potty doorbell, whether by chance or what, but I did and I liked what I was reading in the reviews. Those reviews just failed to mention one thing. Read more
When I take in a rescue, it usually doesn’t take too long to figure out why they were dumped or abandoned. Usually, with the dogs, it’s because they are in that pup or young adult stage, where they are no longer a cute little puppy, but instead, an energetic ball of mischief. With my cats, it’s been just the fact that someone apparently didn’t want three kittens, or wanted rid of their or someone else’s cat, or in some cases with either of them, the owner possibly just didn’t care enough to look very hard for their missing cat or dog. In Julien’s case, it was probably because his previous owner was tired of his diarrhea and the mess it was causing.
Veterinarians. The people we entrust with our pets health in good times and in bad. While I truly believe veterinarians do the best they can, given what they have been taught and believe, and really do care about our pets, I also know that at the end of the day, they are only human, and as humans, not above making errors or being influenced by money. Blindly following them (sometimes against your gut feeling) without question can be detrimental to your pet’s health and/or your wallet, as I’ve experienced first hand on a few occasions.
If you’ve never heard of Cytauxzoonosis aka Bobcat Fever, it’s time to become familiar. As one of the most deadly diseases to affect cats that you’ve probably never heard of, it is well worth your time to know the details. Knowing them could mean the difference between life and death for your cat.
I admit it. I used to just be a ‘dog person’. Sure, I’d grown up with dogs AND cats, but they were mostly barn cats that did their own thing, and aside from playing with the half-wild kittens when they were still young enough to handle, there wasn’t a whole lot of interaction. They were kind of typical cats. They did their thing and us humans did ours. It wasn’t that I didn’t like cats, I’d just never been as close to a cat as I had my dogs. That give-or-take-them mentality followed me into adulthood, until five years ago this week, when a little orange and cream swirled cat forever changed how I feel about cats.
A few months ago, I thought I was going to be adding a 7th cat to the crew and an 11th furry family member. It apparently wasn’t meant to be, but it wasn’t for lack of trying and it doesn’t stop me from wondering and worrying if the little cat is ok out there wherever it ended up.
This, my friends, is my official ‘Critter Catcher and Releaser Pitcher’. As you can see in the picture, thanks to Sissy, it is currently holding a baby field mouse. On average, I have to use this pitcher 1-2x a month to catch an escaped mouse, or other small critter that one of the six cats decides to bring inside, for what I’m really beginning to think is for bragging rights. Why else would you bring your catch in the house to have it be taken away by someone else or from your unhappy owner whose policy on the subject is ‘No’.