Archive for December, 2010
The Baby at the Cat Station
December 31, 2010The Best Call Last Week
December 28, 2010Every day we get crazy calls at the vet’s office. Sometimes I have to put the person on hold (Could you hold just a moment please?) so that I can catch my breath (I need to put you on hold so I can roll my eyes and curse a little.). Sometimes I just pause, let the message sink in, inhale, and reply.
Caller: “Oh, hello, thank you for being there today! I know it’s right before Christmas, but my cats really have a problem. They’re very lethargic. I think they’ve been poisoned.”
Me: “That doesn’t sound good. They need to be seen immediately. The doctor is on his way back from lunch. By the time you get here, he will be able to see you.”
Caller: “Oh, I can’t come now. I have two men here who are installing my new countertop.”
Me: Silence.
Me: “Can you hold please?”
There’s a Babe in the Manger
December 25, 2010There’s a baby living in the woods at the feral cat feeding station. I first saw her last month, about mid-month, during a cold snap, and I thought that she belonged to the mother cat that I trapped and released before. That’s the mother that brought her litter to the cat feeding station – click here to see the video. She looks like one of the kittens from that litter. I have since seen the kittens from the litter, and they are much larger than this baby.
This baby is always alone. I had gotten a donation of cat food from Maranatha Farm, and at the bottom of one bag was a new bag of kitten food and some cans of Fancy Feast cat food. What a coincidence that I need kitten food, and it appears. Those of you who prefer to call it divine intervention, feel free. I’m just grateful for the donation.
The first day that I put out a can of cat food, I could see the baby further out in the woods. I spotted the mother cat even further out, and she came first to the canned food. The baby approached it, and the mother cat hissed at her. I had recorded wildlife videos of this mother with her litter, and she would stand guard on the feeding station while her babies ate. She never pushed them out of the way, or got in a stand-off with them over food. It seems clear that this is not her baby.
Sylvia the former feral and current wildlife ambassador has been spending a lot of time at the feral cat feeding station. Some mornings when I go into the woods, Sylvia is off in the underbrush just outside the gate, or she’s already at the feeding station. It’s cold – what is she doing out there? The wildlife camera showed the answer. There was one night in particular when she’s on the feeding station every few hours. To the left of the feeding station is a small A-frame that used to serve as the watering station until the raccoons started to throw the automatic waterer off the station to the ground. I put the waterer on the ground but left the station there as shelter and also as a step-up for smaller animals that couldn’t jump to the table.
The wildlife camera showed the baby is on or around the A-frame. Sylvia was hanging out with her, perhaps watching over her.
This morning, I went to visit the station to fill the feeders, and there’s the baby, in the manger, if you will.
Last month, I decided when I started naming cats again, I’ll choose names alphabetically. The last cat was “Alice”. So this cat must be “Baby”.
It’s a scientific method.
Merry Christmas!
December 24, 2010To the two people who made this blog possible – Merry Christmas, Mom and Pop!!
A Chilling Experience
December 18, 2010I’ve been hanging out a lot with my friend, the hot Canadian. The weather here has been pretty cold, and the past week has been nippy at night.
Last Tuesday, on December 14, 2010, to be exact, a chilling thing happened. I was lying on the couch, gazing at the Canadian’s face, and he.stopped.putting.out. Just like that. It was about 9:30 PM, and the weather forecast was a low of 18 degrees. I waited for him to come back on, and waited some more. Then I realized that my Canadian was not coming back, with the same certainty that when your husband says, “I’m leaving now. Good-bye.”, he is really leaving and you’d best move forward. I headed for the bed, buried myself under an electric blanket, and waited it out until morning. I convinced myself that I come from hardy pioneer stock, and a little cold wouldn’t hurt me.
I woke up around 6 AM. I knew this was the time because I heard that big truck going by, the one that always goes by at 6 AM, and I knew the time not because I got out from under the covers and looked at the clock in the kitchen in the frozen tundra that was now my RV. When I stuck my hand out from under the covers, the cold bit my hand and made me withdraw. I made a plan to reach out from under the covers, really fast, and grab the hair dryer hanging in the bathroom, plug it in, dive back under the covers, and wave the dryer around, both under and out of the covers. That helped, enough so that I could get dressed and head to the Family Dollar to buy a heater.
The Family Dollar had no heaters, so I headed to the nearest Wal-Mart, about 20 miles away. They had heaters out the wazoo, and I bought two tower types with oscillation. As soon as I got back to the RV, I plugged one of the heaters in, and the temperature display started to register, and I watched with horror as the temperature inside the RV showed 60, slid its way down to 50, then 40!
Later that evening, I was talking on the phone to Sugar, and he asked if I was staying warm, and was the Canadian working okay? I told him what happened to my guy the Canadian, and Sugar told me that he had a Christmas present for me, direct from Canada, in the form of one hot Canadian, bought as a back-up for Canadian #1.
If anyone needs to borrow a heater, just call me.
Sue Nami, the Charm School Graduate
December 16, 2010Remember this girl? She is now a charm school graduate, certified adoptable from a trainer who guarantees to take the pit bull out of a pit bull. She is available for adoption and will return to Maranatha Farm until she finds a home.
Alice Makes a Friend
December 12, 2010When you live in an RV, you become very creative when resolving space issues. No, I’m not talking about NASA and the space program, I’m talking about ruthrawls and the spaciness program. Now that I’m a certified spacy planner, I am on call to solve your spacy issues.
The dashboard makes a wonderful place for a litter box, a feeding station, or for the cage of a pocket pet. Although Gladys is probabaly too large to fit into my pocket, she is a bona-fide pocket pet. Her cage fits perfectly on the dashboard.
Alice the cat and Gladys the Guinea Pig have been rehearsing the Nativity scene. Alice is practicing her part for the Angel we have heard on high, and Gladys is… well, of course, Gladys is playing the part of the pig.
We’re a few characters short of a Nativity scene here at the Swamped! Plantation and Carol-Singing Service.