We could not keep up with the way things were going. The cats were breeding faster than we could act. They preferred to live in Jungle Jim's place but arrived for dinner at ours They would jump the old paling fence and cut through next door's driveway to ours. Or some, like Dennis, would walk along the fence to end up at our house, run up the driveway and arrive to take his spot at the table (read plate).
Early on as a half grown kitten he would be at the front door asking for food several times a day. So he became....Dennis the Menace.
Certainly there were more cats there and not too far away either. I had regular reports by the young girl next door. She would say Jungle Jim would ask her 'and where is this cat or that cat?' and she would reply back to him but failed to mention how insane we were starting to look. He would nod happily. We must have been a Godsend to him.
Socks was one of this new generation, a very shy and timid black and white female, too frightened to push in for food with the others. So I coaxed her into having hers half way under the car while the others were busy eating. She seemed very young but was probably around eight months or more and it soon became obvious that she was actually pregnant.
There was also Mona, a sad, dreary and hopeless looking girl that I found hiding in the shrubbery looking emaciated and sick. I was not at all pleased. I told her she should not be there and I was beginning to feel as desperate as she looked.
Socks grew bigger and bigger and finally when she came for the food one day she was all of a sudden slim. The young girl next door came to tell me that she knew where Socks' kittens were, they were in the woodpile over their back fence in the jungle yard. I said leave them there but when the time is right we are going to have to catch them and I might need your help.
At one stage she was talking about the kittens and mimed one shut eye. Her English was not great and so I did not understand.
Then one Sunday, Socks kept appearing at the front door and I scolded her to go and look after her kittens.
I soon discovered that the girl and her parents had visitors and both she and her cousins had these little kittens and were walking around with them in their hands and in their pockets. The kittens were around three weeks old.
I was furious when I found out what was happening. The kids ran away from me and I was so upset and went knocking on the neighbor's door to babble that the kittens would die if the kids didn't put them back for the mother. The lady was busy asking me to sit and have a coffee and she smiled since she did not understand the import of the situation. The children were ordered to give the kittens to me and horrified, I saw they all had weepy eyes full of pus and mostly closed shut!
So I took the kittens and then ordered them to go inside and wash their hands thoroughly.
I put them in a cage we'd bought for Missie when she was desexed. We put the cage inside our front door with the lid to the hutch open and tried to entice Socks inside.
Socks was distraught. She tried to swipe them out of the cage but it wasn't possible. She kept running out the door. Desperate to catch her I tied twine to the handle of the screen door and sat around the corner of the wall waiting for her to come back in. When she did I pulled it shut tight. John arrived just in time to grab the carrier. . Socks urinated in fright while hanging onto the wire, whilst I hung on to that twine as hard as I could to keep the door shut and we somehow scooped her into said carrier and managed to close it in time. then sat there panting and shaking. All three of us.
Then off to to the shelter who would take the kittens, medicate and rehome them. They whined in their carrier looking at me with mucky glued shut eyes. My problems would soon be over.
The shelter, not surprisingly in retrospect, were not that impressed however! They could take the kittens but would have to put them down as the attendant said the kittens had catflu and they could not take the risk of spreading it. No I said they don't have catflu, they are not sick, it is just conjunctivitis. No, he said, they are sick. Are you a vet? I asked. No but he had a certificate he said for something indeterminate to me. He said they could take the mother because she looked nice and healthy but would have to put her down because she wasn't friendly.
That seemed to be a convoluted argument!
None of this was going to plan. I wanted them to desex her, we take her back and they take the kittens and rehome them. No.
So what will happen to them I asked. He predicted that they would start sneezing and get very sick and then die.
I remember standing there, very upset, worried about making the right decision. He had qualifications. I did not. Was it time to listen to other voices? Then I looked at Socks who seemed to be looking at the kittens and back at us and knew something serious was going on so I picked up the carrier and said to all at large:
'Well I'm not going to leave them here if you are going to kill them" and we walked out.
Not feeling as brave as we hoped we looked. we drove back home in silence under a black cloud of doubt, fear, panic and something akin to terror was beginning to set in.
To be continued.
What's A Nice Girl LIke You Doing In A Place Like This?
Jedda, unlike some of the other timid/scared cats in care, would be the purr-fect companion to a quiet household. She's pretty, gentle, loves affection (if only she can get it when Josephine's back is turned.)
Jedda has never been a problem. She's not a drama queen and manages to be a peaceful resident, staying out of catty squables and minding her own business.
Jedda would make an ideal office companion for a person or couple who work from home.
She would get on with older caring children. She's happy to live with other cats if needed. She would be an ideal apartment or flat dweller. She would be a companion to your elderly Mum if she lives with you. Or Dad?
Jedda was rescued from Liverpool units with her four kittens. The units were on the Highway and many cats and kittens met dreadful fates. What isn't to like?
Ten dollars a month will help us feed, vet and care for cats like Jedda.
O'Quinn was a good example of the threads of fate that seem to entwine our lives.
One hot Sunday afternoon a call came up about an injured cat in Fairfield. When we finally found where the cat had disappeared to, a crowd was already in place and help at hand.
While there we saw a number of cats in the front of some units. One was heavily pregnant. We spoke to some residents who said there were lots of strays there, coming through the back of the driveway and other units, through a fence or over it. They came and went but this girl stayed close and was being fed. She had a sister too who looked very much like her. We offered to come by and collect the kittens and desex mum afterwards. Several weeks had elapsed before we did so.
On that morning we spoke to people we had not met earlier. They took us in to the courtyard of their front unit and showed us one of the kittens, lying against the fence, broken. Flies were buzzing about and the kitten clearly dead.
Between their language difficulties and our confusion as to what had happened we finally understood. It was with that confronting knowledge that we realized we had to remove the surviving two kittens as quickly as we could.
We would leave a trap for mum and desex her. She could return to them.
Mum was duly trapped, desexed and vaccinated. After recovery we returned her to them. The story was that mum cat had chosen their yard to have her babies in. They had looked after them all until we had come back that fateful day. They said the kittens used to climb the tree onto the fence. It had been bashed to death and thrown over in to their yard. There were other things, warnings, nastiness, things to induce fear and these people were indeed afraid.
Mum did not settle back there and cried loudly. So we brought her back home too.
Her kittens went to an adoption and mum stayed here. What a shy and grateful girl she became to have security, friends, regular nutritious food and above all safety.
There came a day when a young lady came to meet her. Quinn was so shy that she hid inside the cat house but responded to being patted and spoken to while facing the other way.
In due course we delivered her to this young lady. When we arrived she said breathlessly 'I'm so excited!!' We spent some time there that day giving advice, instructions, our young lady taking notes in a book.
Quinn adjusted wonderfully to this new life. We learned new techniques on how to settle a scared cat to a different environment.
O' quinn had her Happy Ever After.
Redefining how we rescue becomes challenging when adoptions are slow.
Since we are a No KIll establishment and since cats requiring assistance are in plentiful supply we often feel as if we are gridlocked. A frustrating situation but resources and space are by necessity, finite
It’s just a fact of life.
Whilst cats in care continue to receive vaccinations, dentals and socialising we utilise another avenue: public requests for help. With this we can still make an astounding difference. Below are just three cases which illustrate what we have been able to do.
We need committed funds ( monthly donations), or even this will become difficult. As little as ten dollars a month is all we ask.
Tilley was a stray who turned up in the yard of one of our Facebook followers. Having been off work due to chronic illness, this lady was struggling to look after her own financial needs. When she contacted us we told her to take Tilly to our vet for examination which revealed an estimated twelve year old cat, desexed but not chipped.
Tilly had a cough. Chest xrays were done and the cough was the beginning of Pneumonia. A couple of days in hospital, a blood test and antibiotics, a drip and Tilly went home with her ‘feeder’ to live the way a twelve year old lady should in the Winter.
Later Tilly had many of her teeth out and was treated for Asthma. Recently she was checked again and given a low dose of steroids. We continue to support her.
Bumper was another cat who would call in for the odd feed and a chat. He was a tom cat, a status we were anxious to change but before we could even try he turned up one eveing with his mouth swollen to twice its size. He tried to ‘talk‘ to her. An out of hours vet advised euthanasia. The October long weekend in 2017 saw him admitted to our vets with a broken jaw.
As usual our funds were low.
There were two breaks requiring separate surgeries, one to wire the first break and one to insert a plate. Bumper became a firm favourite of the staff since he was in hospital for weeks.
He was also an attention seeking cat. I would often joke about him calling out ‘nurse nurse!’ because when he came back to us at Catmint Cottage that’s exactly what occurred. He was always calling for something! Bumper was finally desexed and is now up for adoption. He’s currently being fostered but needs a second dental.
Lilly was one of the saddest cases of all. Caught from a street colony on a freezing night during the coldest weeks of Winter, she was very close to death. Incredibly ill with blood poisoning from Pyometra and a ruptured uterus containing a dead fetus. Emergency surgery was performed along with all the supportive and diagnostic tests required plus hospitalisation.
Lilly went home with her rescuer to be given an enormous amount of TLC. A subsequent bout of Catflu developed in to Pneumonia and Lilly was in need of extra medical help. It has taken Lilly a long time to get well. She still needs a dental.
We operate in the Western suburbs of Sydney where the challenges are heavy.
Donations can help us make a huge difference in every way possible. There is so much more to be done.
Are you able to spare ten dollars a month to help us?
Below is Bumper and secondly Lilly.
I First heard about Miss Marple from other rescuers. MM had arrived at a crowded suburban pound where she was recorded as a senior of eight years with allergy issues. ‘Fleabitten’ was mentioned. It conjured up visions of a raggedy moth eaten cat. Obviously the cards were stacked against her when you consider the competition of young attractive adults and kittens galore.
Other than being intrigued by her name I did not pay much attention. Imagination kicked in though, as it is apt to do and visions of a cat detective floated through my head. Murder investigations, following the clues, pince nez on a cat. A wise and logical mind, clever deductions made by a super intelligent and shrewd feline.
I heard there was a move afoot by rescue groups to help her. A few complications evolved and the ‘save’ fell through at which point nobody expected her to make it out alive.
We were full at the time, a chronic condition experienced by most rescues.
There are varying degrees of full though and an empty crate seemed preferable to death. So I put my hand up to take her until something could be worked out and that was five years ago. Really! what could go wrong?
When I arrived at the pound to pick her up I was told she had escaped. I thought that would be the end of that and regrettably nobody would hear of a cat called Miss Marple again. I was quite wrong though, MM was later found in the kitten section, doing, I assume, some investigative work. Obviously their menu was superior.
On first sight Miss Marple appeared to be your average garden variety of tabby, a rather unremarkable feline but I’m no fool and understand that a super sleuth needs to blend in to her environment. I was however, struck by the big ears and the suspicious green eyes, no doubt essential tools of trade.
There emerged another problem. MM appeared to be highly strung. There again, what super sleuth does not live on their nerves I ask?
Apparently she did not at first understand this swapping of prisons and misunderstood her incarceration to be an arrest.
Our next step was to get a health check so we took her to our vet. There I met a new trainee and told her about the flea allergy and possible need for Cortisone.
‘No Cortisone!!’ she said loudly, jutting her chin.
‘she get fleas from you!!’
‘Yes! she get fleas from YOU!’
‘She get fleas from your HOUSE!!’
‘No, she came from the pound’
Not a good start.
The senior vet came in to examine her, opened her mouth and exclaimed at the brilliance of her teeth. Which toothypegs Miss Marple was getting ready to use if needs be.
‘How can she be that old and have such good teeth?’
Displaying her paperwork from the pound which gave her birth date and year, I did wonder how anyone who had her for so long could surrender her to a high kill pound.
Miss Marple came home with a clean bill of health and after her quarantine period was allowed to ‘mingle’. It was around that time when I was busy in other parts of the house that I kept hearing screams from other cats. It seemed Miss Marple was addicted to crime. I came to realize that MM did not like her own species at all. Amazing really when you realize she continued to live amongst them for these past years. They, however, learned to avoid her, much like one dodges a cranky colleague in various walks of life.
We planned to put her up for adoption but soon found out it would not be that simple. She appeared to have ‘characteristics’ that would not be too attractive. She loved to sit on our laps but once ensconsed there refused to move off if we needed to get up.
In the early stages she simply bounced back on, we put her down, she bounced back. We had acquired a bungy jumping cat it seemed. Soon though, she developed a better technique, consisting of a blood curdling growl and a fixed maniacal stare, which she turned, glassy eyed upon the perpetrator upon whose lap she was lying. There became the need to ‘talk her down’ while one of us appealed to the other for urgent help. It was the way she hung on to vulnerable flesh with extended claws that complicated matters.
Once the talons were somehow disconnected, woe betide the cat or cats in the near vicinity. Charging at them and slicing the air around their body parts like a true sword fighter because....it must be their fault! Afterwards the run with hunched back and tippy toes. A person has to laugh. Muffled of course for obvious reasons.
There was playtime for her. Tearing around the carpet with her prey... a piece of paper or fluff. Once I was amazed to see her play ball with a one year old kitten. The ball was sent back and forth between them with a well judged tap on her behalf. I felt so proud of her.
Miss Marple and I, we‘ve had a good relationship in spite of everything. You have to have been an outsider to understand what it feels like. These days we have headbutts together, discussions, extended talks which she loves. I once interviewed her on film. She didn’t say much but it was a bit of fun. Off camera she meows loudly with her orders and I run to fill them. There is still lap time and the talons are alive and well. Five years have passed so quickly. We continue to have ‘chats’ and sometime arguments about claw trimming, medicines, flea treatments and the like none of which she claims are requirements for a retired sleuth.
Miss Marple, the spice of (my) life is a what we call a ‘sanctuary cat.’
If you would like to donate to support our work and the cats we have in care please visit: https://www.catmintcottagestreetcatrescue.com.au/donate.html
Queen sleeping it off after a concert. Not quite!
Queen our boofy boy "enjoyed" a day at the "Vet Spa" getting his much needed dental, kidney check up plus manicure, ear clean and nose job. With a history of stomatitis (inflammation of gums/mouth) that hasn't cleared after his first dental, he is now a toothless chomper. I'm pretty sure that won't hold back his appetite. He had a big day followed by a good night's sleep to recover. I won't be missing his lovely fragrant breath 🤢 😂
Here is a bit about him:
Many would look at me and say I'm a loveable boofy boy. Well, I won't dispute that! My name is Queen .. yes, that's right Queen, inspired by Freddie Mercury and his rock band ... pretty cool I think.
I wasn't in a good way when I first arrived and PTS was suggested since life with continually ulcerated, bleeding, infected and painful paws was no way for me to live, BUT with daily treatment for many months my paws have healed and have been good ever since. I had likely cancerous lesions on my nose which have since been removed thanks to all the kind people that donated to make this possible. Unfortunately, I also have other health issues that need managing. I'm on a prescription veterinary diet for urinary issues, have stomatitis (inflammation of gums/mouth) and a chronic weepy eye. I'm also FIV positive and a senior citizen so staying healthy is very important for me.
UPDATE JAN 2019: Queen has now been adopted and is lapping up all the attention :)
Meet Monsieur Masky. Seemed fitting to add Monsieur to his name seeing that he had grown some lovely long distinguished whiskers.
We posted about him a few months back when he came limping along to his regular nightly dinner. After a consult at the vets, it was confirmed he had an abcess on his paw and required antibiotics and time to heal. He was suppose to recover after a couple of weeks, but being FIV+, he took a lil longer - 1.5 months. During that time he was also being treated for an eye inflammation.
In the meantime, Masky has enjoyed having a warm bed and regular healthy meals. He started off as a two-toned kitty - light grey on the front half and brownish on the back half. He's now evened out with a dark grey covering and brown highlights.
Masky is a shy, placid cat. He's the fur-baby that's scared of loud noises and would hide under the blankets if he could. He adores affection and prefers close companionship... following me around, sits in my lap and gives me face rubs. Did I mention he'll join you for yoga too?
If you would like to sponsor Masky while he is in foster care please go here :
If you would like information on Masky with a view to adopting him and would like to meet him please go here: