Ugh, I feel like I'm getting burned out doing rescue work - not with
cats, but with people! I haven't been on much the last couple weeks, and
always feel like I'm missing things, but I've been just too stressed out
to cope much with email. Please say some encouraging words, or at least
whisper some meaningless platitudes, before I decide to kill someone and
make it look like an accident! Namely, one of the people described
below. Help me keep my chin up. I have 13 cats at my house now,
including 2 extremely rambunctious kittens-in-taming, 2 fosters who are
proving very difficult to place due to behavior issues at clinics, 2
hospice cases, and one elderly new intake with serious health problems.
I'm absolutely maxed out physically and emotionally, kitten season is
still in full swing, and I just can't deal with leaving a few behind.
So, forgive me if I take a few minutes to ventilate to a (usually)
sympathetic chorus here...
We're having serious and increasing problems with the property owner at
the main colony where I feed/care/trap, problems which may soon lead to
a massive tragedy of starving cats with no place to turn. We'll call her
"Cora". Her ethnicity is immaterial to my feelings about her, but
knowing it will help you to imagine some of her quotes in her own voice.
Cora is a 75-ish southern-born African-American woman. Came up hard,
worked hard all her life, earned herself a bit of the American Dream -
owns the house free and clear, has a nicer car than mine, no debts,
etc... She is relatively uneducated, but quite shrewd and, frankly,
manipulative. She is in ill health, and has suffered a number of minor
strokes over the last few years. Her memory is so poor that she no
longer goes out much. She has forgotten where she lived while driving
home on a couple of occasions and gotten lost for hours.
Anyhow, Cora does like animals, and she started feeding a significant
colony of feral cats several years ago. They bred out of control, of
course, and a couple of acquaintances of ours (people we met through cat
rescue) began a TNR effort, started buying food for her, etc... Last
year, she decided that she was getting too old and sick to keep feeding
the cats. Ah, but instead of asking for help directly, she made a lot of
vague threats about "I'm jus' gonna stop feeding 'em, let 'em wander
off", etc... Well, we told her in no uncertain terms that the cats would
NOT wander off - she'd have a backyard full of starving, sick cats all
winter. We finally read between the lines and realized that she was
asking for help. So, we gave it, generously, and are still giving it. My
wife and I have completely taken over the feeding of this colony. We
have come to her house and put out food 3 days a week, every week, for
the last year. We clean her porch where the food is, wash the pans,
spray for roaches, fill the water dishes, wash the bedding in the cat
shelters, water her plants and watch her house while she's away, etc,
etc... We've bought her beer, given her money (to cover the "light
bills" from when we trap at night - $20 to cover a perhaps fifty-cent
increase in her electric usage, among other things), kissed her buns
until they're rosy, etc, etc... We've also stepped up the TNR effort
greatly, we trap in the neighborhood at least once a month (more during
kitten season). We pulled about 25 kittens last summer, still haven't
found homes for all of them (some still semi-feral, trapped as older
kibs), but we've only seen 9 so far this year, 5 of which have already
been trapped, and 3 of them placed. We're making excellent progress,
only 2 or 3 known females left to trap, the really elusive ones. She's
picked a hell of a time to bail on us, but it looks like she's going to.
In return for our efforts, Cora has been, for the most part (except on
very rare good days) rude, mean, ungrateful, demanding, and cranky to us
and everyone we work with. So be it. She's old and sick and
cantankerous. I do it for the cats, and tolerate her as necessary.
It's gotten worse. We think Cora is really losing her mind now. There
are kittens that need to be trapped while they're still tamable, but the
last couple times we've trapped, she's complained bitterly that we "keep
her up all night" and "run up her light bill". It's beyond reason - we
work exclusively outdoors, gave up trapping from her utility room a
while back. The motion-activated yard lights are tripped by the cats,
all night every night, not by us - I even reduced the sensitivity on
them for her. I now have night-vision gear (COOL!) available to me on
occasion, and don't really need lights at all. We're extremely quiet and
stealthy, obviously - we're trapping! She can't sleep because her house
is a hundred degrees and she refuses to turn up the cooler. We've told
her again and again that we can leave the premises any time if she wants
to go to bed - all she has to do is ask us to go. It's her house, after all.
And worse. Now she says she's "too tired" and "just wants the cats to go
away". Tired of what? Watching someone else (us) take on her
responsibilities for her? She doesn't have to do jack, except
occasionally put out some milk. Sometimes if we're late getting there,
Cora thinks we aren't coming and feeds that cats, but we always come.
That's her own forgetfulness, not my problem, but she's making it a
problem for the cats. She's threatening to make us stop feeding and
trapping there, wants us to "find someone else in the neighborhood"
where we can put food. Uh-huh. Good luck - at least my wife speaks
fluent Spanish and can actually communicate with some of the neighbors,
but I don't think we'll get very far.
We'll keep trying. We'll try to go over earlier, before she gets crabby
late in the day. We bought her some beer we'll give her next time we see
her. I have counted among my acquaintances over the years a number of
rather cantankerous older African-American ladies, so I have a
reasonably high tolerance, but this is getting out of hand. What does
she WANT from us? We've totally absolved her of any physical
responsibility for caring for the cats. We've put in hundreds of hours,
thousands of dollars in blood and treasure. I'm losing four very cute
young kittens which could be easily adopted, due to her bad humor, we'll
just have to TNR them if I can't get them in the next few weeks. She's
playing with our emotions, just being angry and manipulative for the
sake of being angry and manipulative, threatening the cats' well-being.
I keep telling her that if she makes us stop feeding them, there IS no
alternative. They are completely dependent on the food we leave there.
She will have a back porch full of sick, starving cats over the winter.
They will die by the dozens, right in front of her eyes. I'm starting to
doubt whether she cares, though she obviously did at one time. I'm
beginning to actively detest her, and hate having to deal with her in
the course of caring for the cats. That doesn't feel very good, let me
tell ya...
We just don't know what to do. If she goes south on us, a lot of very
sweet cats that we've spent a lot of time and effort caring for, will be
totally hosed.
Arrrghhh!
And the next bit...
I went to the vet to get one of my kitties an RCP booster Friday a week
ago. A nice, chatty middle-aged woman sat next to us in the waiting
room. She had a gorgeous Snowshoe Siamese in a carrier, and I got to
talking to her about her cat. She told me she was 18 years old. She
seemed rather sad and upset, especially when I told her I thought her
cat looked quite alert and healthy for her age, and would probably live
to be 25. I mentioned that I'm a cat rescue volunteer. She said, "Oh,
can you please, please take Rockie? She's about to be euthanized!"
I said, "Huh?!? Why?" Well, she started peeing on the carpet. Of course
she did - the woman's life is a nightmare. Lost her job, poor health,
mother dying, etc... Her home is in turmoil. The cat picked up on the
stress and started pissing everywhere. She was going to kill this
gorgeous, gentle elderly cat. Rockie's death was the very next
appointment - the assistant had already put her file in the vet's door
pocket. She had about 5 minutes left.
So, I made a snap decision, the only one possible under the
circumstances. I went to the vet's office with one kitty, and left with
2! The owner gave me $20, and some food, litter, the cat's bed and toys
and stuff when I stopped by later.
Yes, she IS sick. She's in renal failure, probably due to
hyperthyroidism and resultant hypertension. Diabetes also a possibility,
not sure until we get lab results. I'm pretty certain her condition can
be managed, seems healthy and active otherwise, but it's gonna cost me
(and my saintly mother, who covers a lot of unexpected medical bills for
my rescue cats) a pretty penny to determine exactly what's wrong with
her and start treatment. About $160 for lab work, plus whatever meds she
needs. Jesus, the euthanasia would have cost $90 + disposal. So, her
owner was willing to put up that much cash to kill this lovely,
affectionate cat that she's had for almost 20 years, but not just a
little more to try and save her? So, someone else's responsibility for
the well-being of a cat or cats, again, falls to me...
Arrrghhh!
Anyhow, Rockie is very sweet, cuddly, purr-y, talkative (kept us up a
lot last night, typical elderly Siamese), and clearly has serious
metabolic and/or kidney issues. It's hot here, and she's lying on the
cool floor in the bathroom with her head next to the water dish. She's
skeletally thin - her records list her as 6 pounds as of April (I'd be
surprised if she weighs 5 now), but 13.5 pounds in 2006. Pupils fixed
and dilated. Constantly peeing and thirsty, but hasn't peed outside the
box here at all. An elderly female cat losing crazy weight and going
into renal failure from skyrocketing blood pressure (indicated by
dilated pupils) and abnormal protein metabolism, eating and drinking
constantly - feels like a hyperthyroid problem. I have an appointment on
Tuesday morning for blood work, and I'll have them give her some sub-Q
fluids. She's in bad shape, and I hope she makes it until then. She's
also a very finicky eater, only likes 2 kinds of Fancy Feast - she'll
have to go on K/D low protein food, and won't be happy.
Sure, I'm totally psyched that we saved her life, literally snatched her
from the jaws of death, but - MORE STRESS! It's not her that bothers me,
but her OWNER. How could ANYONE put down a cat like this, who should
have been diagnosed and treated 5 years ago?!? I sympathize with
financial problems and such, but really...
Sorry to go on like this, but I gotta talk to someone. Bitching to my
friends and fellow volunteers isn't fair. It's just preaching to the
choir and they all have the same issues, they already know the story. I
know everyone here does, too, but I have to blow off this steam somewhere...
At least my vet recognizes me as a candidate for sainthood and knocks
off a lot of $40 exam fees and such. I'm starting to think that my
Buddhist mother is correct - I'm probably the current living incarnation
of some ancient Lama, the Bodhisattva of Forlorn Felines...
-Kiff
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