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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.

Win-Win!

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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.

Bella.

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.

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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.

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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.

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The One Eyed Cat is King

March 31, 2010

One of my earlier fosters was a cat named Orangena. The Animal Care and Control here in New York (aka “the shelter”), often has trouble naming the multitudes of cats that pour through their doors. Orangena is pretty good, all things considered. Usually the names lack creativity and certainly don’t fit the cat.

Indiana's eye could not be saved, but that didn't stop him from quickly becoming leader of the gang.

But what’s in a name? Orangena was soon to be renamed Indiana Jones, just like a lot of cats when the most recent Indiana Jones movie came out. So he was Indy, Jonesy, and according to my husband, Indy-fucking-ana. Because he is, in a word, a character.

Indy had pretty bad conjunctivitis, and his eye was pretty nearly gone when I pulled him out of the shelter. It wasn’t salvageable, but one thing with cats, they can live perfectly good lives with only one eye.

In fact, Indy is the master of the leap. He can get from one high point to another with amazing grace and agility. And the one-eyed factor does not hinder him from being the preeminent Tough Guy around here.

“Indy, get your goons in line!” my husband will shout when the other cats are running amok.

Indy made himself an indispensable member of the household from the start. A troublemaker with a lovable personality. You know the type.

He’s king of the roost. Occasionally, one of the Tortie Alpha Females will call him on his crap, but usually it’s a draw. Indy will take the smack down with grace, but he’ll get his own back, let me tell you.

He’s mouthy. His roar is mighty – a long loud meow that demands attention. He also does a rolling mrrrrrrrrrrrrowp to let everyone know just what’s on his mind.

He likes to sit up on high places and TALK. “Get down off your soapbox,” I tell him.

Indy enjoys his rightful place in the sun.

Basically, he wants attention. So I give him as much as I can, and he shows me his belly. Yeah, he’s the boss, but he knows who has the food.

He’s a good sport, too, just check out the photo of him participating in an adoption event for Anjellicle Cats Rescue on Halloween. He wore that lion hat all day and seemed to actually enjoy it.

Indiana as Lion King for Halloween

This was when I was still operating under the delusion that he’d be adopted out. He knew better, of course. Some of them just know. Some of them think they know, but then they find themselves even happier in their new adoptive home. So it’s a toss-up when I decide to keep one.

I couldn’t imagine parting from Indiana, and I relished his personality and his big persona – so he stayed.

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Lap Stalkers. Keyboard Walkers.

March 19, 2010

You know the type: the Lap Stalker. The cat that isn’t happy unless he or she is squarely in your lap.

I have at least four of these now – both Permanent Members and Fosters – plus other devious delinquents. Let me elucidate.

I’m working from home at the moment and let me tell you, the Lap Stalker and the Keyboard Walker are two of my least favorite cat attributes. They happen to be frequent personalities in my household, WHY WHY? What did I do to deserve this? Did I sprinkle catnip in the keyboard? No. Did I wear pants made of tuna fish? No. And no amount of “no!” will deter these characters.

Ninja Lap Stalker

Buck poses in the kitchen

This is Starbuck.

She is truly a ninja when it comes to Lap Stalking. All day long it was a game of cat and mouse with my lap. She would sneak up behind me, and slowly, slowly, slowly move her head toward my lap, under my arm, as if I wasn’t going to notice. At times I was involved with my work and didn’t notice that she was there, on my lap, snoozing away. Until I needed to shift in my seat, god forbid. Then I’d push her off and the game would begin again. It’s a major time waster and a distraction, dammit.

And how many brilliant words were lost to the untimely keyboard crosser (not to be confused with keyboard cat.) Then there was that time that River knocked over a full glass of wine straight into my laptop keyboard.

River wants ur fud

This is River. You can SEE the absolute deviousness of this animal as she stalks my food. I don’t know what she wanted with my wine, but clearly there was malice aforethought. Luckily, the guys at TekServe in Chelsea were able to save my stuff. But by that time, the inspiration for the long story I was working on was gone.

In short, my muse is susceptible to cat shenanigans. I’d better get back in an office pronto or it could erupt into an epic battle.

And we all know who would win.

[River is up for adoption at AnjellicleCats.com, click on “adoptable cats”. Starbuck is one of the Permanent Members.]

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Kendra on the Katwalk

March 18, 2010
A shout out to mah peeps

A photoshoot with Evan Kafka to benefit rescue groups

I decided to take Kendra to the photo shoot held for rescue groups through the New York Mayor’s Alliance (make New York a no-kill city!). She is very photogenic, but largely uncooperative when the lights are flashing. Big surprise. So I worked with her. (Insert your own joke about fluffers here).

That’s me holding her up to try to get her in the damn shot. But it worked out pretty well.

More animal shots by  Evan Kafka are here.