Hola kitties! Today is National Feral Cat Day and my good furrend June Zoolatry fixed ME up to be one of the cats representing Feral Cat Day! She knows I was and will always be now and forever feral. I am proud and honored to be sharing the role with Simon and Seal from Brian's Home and Trout Towne's own Mackerull. I'll always be true to my roots and remain at least part feral.
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Today is Blog the Change 4 Animals and tomorrow is National Feral Cat Day so I'm gonna combine them into one post. I hope no one minds and if they do *pfffttttt*. I once was a feral street cat but—not to worry—I'm not really in the bag. We did some photoshop magic. Thanks to my Pop, I learned about some working cats in NYC and I'd like to share their story.
Two weeks ago I told my Gotcha Day story in six-part harmony. In case you missed all or part of it, I'm reposting the entire edited piece and I've even added pics, including one of Mitzi! You can view my PetFinder page for the first time. Remember to hover over the pics for the captions. I've been getting requests for the entire recollection in one post and I do it all for my
Dateline Spring 2005. A little kitten is born and abandoned in the mean streets of Jersey City near the mouth of the Holland Tunnel. The little kitteh is scared and alone and spends all her time looking for food and trying to hide from evil humans. One day, she runs into a big tabby who confronts her. She instinctively goes into attack mode. The tabby catches her paw in his teeth. She knows he’s different cos he didn’t bite down hard.
“Hello little goil,” he mewls. “Don’t run from me. I knows your story. I seen yo mudder get crushed by dat car. Da streets, dey be mean. I’m here ta offer protection. I is making you an offer youse can’t refuse.”
Can you believe It’s already time to Blog the Change again. Four times a year, bloggers write about our favorite animal-related causes. OK, I admit, I’ve about run out of topics which is why this may or may not go live before the end of today.
Here I am—all safe and warm in my bed which is on another bed in a heated condo. Not all cats are this lucky. I filed this report for Cat Witness News.
Sometimes I write blog posts in advance and then I have to report Breaking News on Facebook. Those on FB know last week we were worried about the Maple Cats. We’d had a big ice storm on Monday and TW didn't leave the condo until Wednesday. When she passed their house, the kitties were both sitting on top of their igloo on the porch. TW promised that she’d feed them on her way home.
Blog the Change for Animals (BtC4A) takes place quarterly on the 15th of January, April, July and October to bring attention to animal causes that matter to us. I’m honored to participate once again.
My human aka TW was living in a “bubble.” Even though she kept reading about feral colonies and community cats, she always thought it was “someone else’s problem.” She hadn’t seen a stray cat in our area for over 20 years. She thought we had it covered. She had another think coming
A few years ago, our concierge mentioned there were several cats living in our parking garage that residents were feeding. A quick look showed their ears weren’t notched. A red flag went up but she was still in denial.
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