The Good Goodbyes.

February 22, 2012

Over the years, adopting out fosters has become more gratifying, less debilitating. At first, you want to weep for days over the loss of your foster, missing them, hoping they are well taken care of; essentially the ritual of basic mourning and goodbyes. As the years go by and you realize that the cats live a far better life as a permanent member of a family, with less cats all around, and that by adopting them into good homes, you can ostensibly and theoretically save more lives, you adjust accordingly.

Angelina. New name: Gidget

My last drop-off, Angelina, was a real cutie, a total heart breaker, and was with me for longer than she might otherwise have been due to an intractable case of diarrhea which meant she had to be confined so as not to let loose in inappropriate places. Poor thing was clearly having real issues, but her attitude was always the same. LET ME OUT SO I CAN LOVE YOU. Often I’d just wrap her in a towel and let her snuggle with me. She loved to play too, and that was curtailed somewhat. However I never doubted that whether it was 2 months or 6 months of age, she would be adopted, and as a healthy, loving kitty.

The best thing that can happen is that you bring a cat to their new home, have a lovely conversation with the new adopters, and then by the time you leave and give the kitty a hug goodbye, she is already struggling out of your arms and ready to go back to get to know her new family, a big smile on her face. This was the case with Angelina. She chose her new home, she made it easy on me, and I couldn’t be happier. Nor could her new adoptive parents.



Anjellicle Cats Wordle

February 22, 2012

Wordle: Anjellicle Cats Rescue Wordle


Knowing When to Let Go

March 28, 2011

The most difficult aspect of fostering and working in animal rescue, is the death of a foster or a beloved pet. For all the times that rescuers have to face the euthanasia list and recognize that we cannot save them all, there is additional heartache in saving one, only to have him or her pass away before their time.

I have lost several fosters, some kittens and some adults. With the kittens, I understand that they are weak and very susceptible to diseases and illnesses as their immune systems just aren’t that strong. Often they are orphaned, and have no mother to nurse them, and sometimes their mother is around but is sick as well. Last year I tried my hand with several orphan batches and various mothers, but many were not able to thrive.

How many?

Of the hearty survivors, one guy named McGee, captured the hearts of a couple who lived in Queens and they adopted him along with another kitten named Grey Bear. Sadly, today, I am meeting them at the vet’s for euthanasia as McGee is losing his battle against FIP. He’s not quite a year old.


This is terribly difficult for everyone. And all pet owners, at one time or another, will go through this or something like it. Whether the pet is young or old, they aren’t immune to life – just like us humans, they might get cancer, suffer from accidents, have heart trouble, or any number of feline afflictions.

What is different is that as their caretakers, we have to make the tough decision: when to end their suffering. This is an important decision. It sometimes requires us to make peace with the loss sooner than we are ready to do so. If we wait too long, we run the risk of increasing their pain and not giving them a dignified and peaceful death. When all options have been pursued, when it’s time to end the suffering, all we can reassure ourselves with is that we did the best we could and we loved and were loved in return.



Updated Kitten Confidential! Fostering the best a cat has to offer.

February 13, 2011

It’s been a while. All the kittens have grown, and some have even flown the coop. The last post featured my surprise!kitten, who we started referring to as Miracle Boy and well, the name sort of stuck. As did he, he’s part of the household and not up for adoption. As you can see, he’s a most unusual kitten.

Miracle Boy gazes deep into your soul.

While some of my fosters are friendly and fit right in, others need a bit of socializing. Tommy is a lovely little boy, and has been a great playmate for all the kittens. He loves to play. What he doesn’t love is having human hands reach for him. That freaks him out. However once you’ve got him in your arms (however you manage to get him there), he curls up in a ball and falls asleep. He just goes completely limp. Either he’s giving up or giving in, or he really just loves to be held and cuddled. Hard to say. Until we can overcome his social issues, he lives in the Big Cage, which seems mean, but is really the only way he will learn to completely trust humans and come to rely on them.

Tommy waits in his temporary home for the inevitable "therapy" which consists of hugs and treats.

It’s important that Tommy becomes socialized. We want him to be adoptable because he already has an adopter! That’s right, this scaredy cat managed to get a friend of mine to fall in love with him. Conveniently, she must wait a while to take him home for personal reasons and he must wait to be taken while we work together on his socialization.

As it is, even the most socialized, friendly cat or kitten will need time to get adjusted to a new home. Many times at Anjellicle Cats we process an adoption, only to face disappointed and upset adopters who can’t understand why their new family member is hiding under the bed. Generally, with support from ACR, they feel comfortable waiting until their kitty processes all the newness and learns that oh look! Food. Sometimes problems cannot be overcome and then we will take the cat back, and hope that there is a more suited Forever Home out there. But the goal as a foster, for me, is to turn a cat into the healthiest, happiest, friendliest cat possible, so that they have the best chance at success in their new home. Cat rescue is also customer service, who knew?


Miracle Birth! Or, not really.

July 23, 2010

Immaculately conceived, or a trick of the light?

When I arrived home on a Sunday night after a World Cup Final blowout BBQ, I saw this little thing sitting in my closet on a pile of stuff. I shouted for my husband to come and tell me what he saw – I literally thought I was hallucinating.

I was not hallucinating as it turned out. Nor was I “having a bad trip.” A newborn kitten was in my closet, sitting pretty, looking for all the world like he had been expected. I set about trying to find the mystery mother by placing a few possibilities next to him to see who reacted in a motherly fashion. I’m careful about spay/neuter, obviously, so it was a real head-scratcher.

Turns out, it is Ella. And she came to me as a foster already pregnant (who knew?) with her first baby in tow. Her other baby, Bella, now four months old, looks nothing like her baby brother.


Unfortunately, Ella does not really want to mother this little baby, although Bella is really psyched about more milk. Miracle man can’t seem to get the nursing thing down properly, but he gets real excited when he’s bottle-fed. Ella insists on carrying him to various unsuitable places and then leaves him lying on the floor. I have tried to explain the concept of nesting and nursing, but Ella is a free-spirit. No doubt Miracle Boy will also be one, unless he develops an unhealthy attachment to his human mom, who is still a little surprised to see him every day.


New Confidential Kitties

June 16, 2010

There are some new recruits in my life, courtesy of Kitten Season. What is Kitten Season? Oh just when all the mothers everywhere give birth to their litters and it’s an explosion of kittens, abandoned, dumped and thrown away.

Dear Joe Public:

Please spay and neuter your pets. If you have an animal on your property, even if it’s not yours, please arrange to have that animal fixed, whether through the ASPCA or Humane Society, or through a Trap-Neuter-Release program. You’ll be glad that you did, and you will save countless little kittens from suffering the brunt of overpopulation.

Thank you.

But that’s not why we are here today. No, we’re here to celebrate the cuteness of kittens.

(L to R) McGee, Grey Bear, Abby, Teddy (in front) and Panda

It’s true. They are cute. Look at those faces! And even when the grow up, they are wonderful, fun companions. I’m not lying because I speak from broad experience. Ha ha, yes indeed!

These guys are from different litters. I was privileged to receive whole or parts of litters and there was a lot of mixing and matching. McGee and his sister Ziva were the actual offspring of LadyKat, pictured below.

Then LadyKat got very ill and went to the hospital. Turned out, she had infected nipples and one had an abscess. Three weeks later, she’s back in my house, wondering who the hell these tiny cats are. Her motherhood has been stripped from her, but between you and me, she’s probably secretly glad. Motherhood is hard!

Lady Kat, a gorgeous tortie calico.

Take the example of Sweets. Sweets is a great mom, but all her kittens died. She and her babies all had upper respiratory infections that turned into deadly pneumonia.

For a while she was unable to nurse her last remaining baby, and he didn’t make it despite our best efforts (and our vets’ best efforts). Eventually she recovered and I thought “oh hey, I need a lactating mother for these other babies.”

So she and Lady shared the duty for a while until Lady went to the hospital and then it was all on Sweets. Quite a merry-go-round for kittens and moms, right?

Sweets isn’t sure where these extra kittens came from, but she’s game. They meep, she meows and it’s a game of “Marco Polo” in my house constantly. And the kittens get to nurse and Sweets gets to be a mom. It’s all good.

Sweets cares for a sick kitten

Now the challenging part. Finding homes for everyone. Plenty of people are willing to take cute kittens, although there are so many in the summer. But the moms can end up unadopted for months, after their kittens have gone. Talk about post-partum depression!

Here’s hoping for the best for all of these good moms, fighting for their health and the babies who just need a little mothering – and now, a good home that will love them even when they’re grown.

Don’t we all wish for that?

To inquire about any of these cats, write to adopt@anjelliclecats.com, or respond here on this blog.


Cage Aux Folles

April 12, 2010

One of the tough things about fostering (aside from wanting to keep a lot of them), is the adoption events. If you want your foster to find his or her forever home (please let’s not call it the FURever home, okay?), then you have to take them to adoption events.

Well, that doesn’t sound so bad, does it? Frankly, it’s not. It’s pretty cool most of the time; I hang out with a bunch of cats and cat-people (they don’t look like cats, they just like cats), and I chat and I pet and I run errands in between. Not a horrible way to spend a Saturday. I don’t spend a lot of money, I do good deeds, and I get up off the couch and away from the television set. I should be running in Central Park, but okay. I’m not, I’m at an Adoption Event with my Fosters. Shut up.

Anyway. This weekend was not a good one for adoptions. Usually Anjellicle Cats has around three to eight adoption applications filled out, a few foster applications or volunteer sheets, and so forth. This weekend there were none. Nada. Zip. Not even THE KITTEN [adoption event photos by Lisa Douglas]…

Siphon the Kitten tries to attract someone... anyone.

I have mixed results at adoption events – I can go months without an adoption. I try not to take it personally. I generally have more adults attending than kittens, but to see a cutie like Siphon fail to pull in an application or two? Well, let’s blame it on the nice weather. Everyone was out running in the park. Shut up.

Trey tries to make a break for it. And fails.

Anyway, two of my fosters slept in the back of their cage and the other one… well, you can see from the photo what Trey was up to. He was so nervous and horrified that he was panting, open-mouthed, and mewling, when he wasn’t actively trying to chew his way out of the cage!

So many people asked what was wrong with him that I finally put him in his carrier and stuffed him in a dark place. Naturally, once we got home he was completely fine. Lolling about like usual, playing, eating, causing chaos, and smiling. Dammit, he was smiling.

I know he doesn’t want to be adopted, per se, as he doesn’t know how cool his new home will be with so much more attention and love. He is a big follower of the King, Indiana. He is an Indiana minion. But he can’t be that forever, he needs his own family and friends. So fine, he hates adoption events.

But did he have to smile, after getting back home? I couldn’t be mad at him, of course.

Billie and Sammy smile for the camera, but not for potential adopters.

Sammy and Billie, on the other hand, neatly napped in their cage all day, and were also in fine form once they got home. They’ll sing and dance for their supper, but not for the potential adopters.

While it’s true that I love these two most dearly, I know that they really need their own home, too. They’re too lovable not to have their own person(s). People think they are siblings, but they’re not. They just look quite a bit alike.

Sammy was also part of the photo shoot with Evan Kafka for the Mayor’s Alliance.

Check him out!

All Dressed Up

So we begin another week… me and my beautiful foster cats. One more week to enjoy their antics and their love. But next week! Another chance, and another Saturday, to try to see these guys happily adopted and cared for. Leaving me a little breathing room until the next needy feline New Yorker comes my way.