EDITION OF NOVEMBER 1, 2017 [PetPowellPress] Ah, November. Just about my most favorite month.
One of the challenges of writing is quieting the internal emotions to focus on what is at hand. Sometimes you find yourself distracted by events.
If you think this is a reference to any legal or nuclear stories datelined Washington, D.C., or Pyongyang, North Korea, or a player suspension at The Star in Frisco, it’s not.
We’re raising a kitten and it’s taking up all our brainpower.
That’s the kitten.
My funspouse Martha’s harp-playing hands are simultaneously holding and bottle-feeding the darlin’. This white-furred baby with the pink nose was one of a littler of four -- there were two oranges and a gray striped -- born under the shrubbery in our front yard about five weeks ago.
Momma is gray tabby feral. We monitored, made sure mom was fed and, about a week ago, she vanished with everybody but this one. This kitten was left under the shrubbery, screaming loudly. To make sure Mom wasn’t coming back, we didn’t rush in and get the kitten. But when nobody showed up after several hours, we took action. The kitten was loud.
Over the long weekend, we kept the kitten in our cat rescue room (it used to be our patio room -- pretty sure we're not the only animal people who have signed entire rooms over to dogs and cats.) We began feeding this newcomer the traditional store-bought kitten milk formula. The cat liked to cuddle, like to climb more and has shown evidence of being an explorer.
We’d thought up a list of names, settling on Ivy Diane -- Ivy for the bough under which the kitten was found, and Diane in honor of our pal Diane Combs, a longtime animalfan and all-round swell person.
When Monday came, it was time for visit to the vet.
That photo captures the expression on Ivy Diane’s face just after our dear vet, Dr. Vladi DeJong, took a good look and said, “Congratulations, it’s a boy.”
The kitten looked crestfallen, i.e., "You mean I'm not a girl? Oh, no!"
So, ladies and gents, this is our current work in progress, now known as Simon Mycroft Holmes, the curious kitten who, it turns out, was a mystery.
He may be the long-lost nephew of Sherlock Holmes. Simon has, as we’ve discovered while bottle-feeding, very sharp nails and extraordinarily sharp teeth. We have decided that perhaps Mom did not abandon him. Knowing that the humans would tend to her son, she simply put bandages and antibiotic cream on her shredded spigots and escaped with the tender babies.
She shows up for morning feeding on the porch and she appears to still be nursing -- somewhere there may be three more kittens looking for a home. I'll let y'all know.
THE RED OAK SEVEN
We’re just using these two as examples of the adorable adoptables waiting at the small Red Oak Animal Shelter. Leighann Hayden, working with Laura Macias to spotlight smaller shelters, sent the note citing seven waiting dogs.
The contact point is Laura at [email protected] -- or call or text 214-949-2726.
We picked these two to feature because, clearly, they look good with flowers.
Becca is about a year-old, under 35-pound Shepherd or Lab mix. Leighann describes her as “a great medium size, perfect for any home.) Size matters, but so does attitude: “She LOVES and adores people, and really loves all other dogs too.”
Then there’s Trevor, described as a Lab/Boxer mix who is “house-trained” and “so cute.” Leighann writes, “Everything about this dog is CUTE and everyone who meets him completely ADORES him - this lovable guy is a true shelter favorite.”
And remaining five are Dingo the Earhound, a formerly stray Aussie mix who is always listening; Rika, the girl German Shepherd whose waiting for her family to pick her up; Lindy, a young Border Collie mix with a tongue designed for lappin’ up every last morsel; Melissa, a smaller, sweet Aussie mix; and the Spaniel mix Chance who needs heartworm treatment. Only 4 or 5 years old.
HELP WITH CRATES;
A SPECIAL MISSION
Tawana Couch, the founder and guiding light of the Society For Companion Animals, says, “The SFCA wants to save lots of dogs for November from the Rio Grande Valley but we must have volunteers to make this happen. It takes dozens of pet crates to be assembled so that the dogs can fly out.”
The next crate assembly day is Saturday Nov. 18. To volunteer to help set up the crates, email [email protected]. She says that on the last SFCA “flight day,” the organization flew 63 dogs, most in big crates, to safety in other areas of the nation.
You can read about the SFCA expenses and volunteer opportunities on its website HERE. Tawana’s work is not done without appreciation -- she’s consistently thanking the volunteers and the donors who help the animals.
How do they help they animals? In one of Tawana’s notes of appreciation on the SFCA website, there’s this explanation/mission statement: “We fly our animals to loving arms.”
THE SKIPPER & FAMILY GO TO BAT
FOR OPERATION KINDNESS
The honorary co-chairs for Operation Kindness’ 25th Annual Canines, Cats & Cabernet fundraiser, have seen more wide-open fields and chased more bouncing balls than a busload of Labs, noses-to-the-turf Cocker Spaniels and energetic cats. These honorary chairs are Texas Rangers Skipper Jeff Banister and his wife Karen.
The Banister family includes daughter Alexandra, son Jacob, Labs Bella and Scout and the Maltese pups Gracie and Cooper.
The event is from 6 p.m. until 10 p.m. Saturday, November 18, at the Omni Hotel in Downtown Dallas. You can’t miss it -- it lights up.
The latest press release included this quote from OK CEO Jim Hanophy: “Canines, Cats & Cabernet gets bigger and better every year, and we are honored to celebrate our 25th anniversary of this event with Jeff and Karen Banister. We know that with their support we will be able to knock this year’s event out of the park.” (Go to operationkindness.org for tickets and to read all about the event from the “elegant dinner featuring hors d’oeuvres, a mashed potato bar, carving stations, a dessert bar and
complimentary wine, beer and coffee.” The event will also host its first “liquor pull.”) Raffles, too.
And, there’s an Adoption Lounge, so, if you arrive without an animal, you can make arrangements to adopt one.
Naturally, we’d be remiss if I didn’t point out some of the currently adoptable animals at the shelter in Carrollton. Across the top we have three fantastic faces: Heidi the Chihuahua/Doxie mix, Poppy the Affenpinscher mix and Sgt.Tippy, the total Earhound. Big dog Sally, a Pittie girl, is a Harvey rescue.
Those two cats? The orange fellow is Harry Potter (ask about his adoption partner Sheba -- it’s a two-fer deal) and the fantastic, artistic face belongs to Barbara the Cat. Check them all out online at operationkindness.org. Or stop by the shelter.
CONTEMPLATIONS:
Regarding feral cats. We went for years without any new litters -- just a two-cat remnant of a long-ago litter. Moriarity, a Black Cat, and Smidge, another Black Cat -- both trapped, neutered, released. They lived on and around our property for maybe a dozen years. Moriarity, who we were never able to hold until the end, “got into something,” as the phrase goes. No saving him, sadly. Lonely Smidge decided she didn’t mind humans after all and got close enough to be nabbed, i.e., I opened the door and she walked in with an “I’m here, whattaya got?” attitude. She lived with us another few years -- the challenges of old age got her, i.e., cancer. Once she came into the house, she never ever tried to race out an open door. No cable TV in the yard, you know. So, now, inexplicably, we have a number of gently striped tabby cats hiding in the bushes and enjoying the twice daily Free Feral Buffet on the porch. The challenge is, of course, trapping them before they can reproduce. The cat trap waits. We continue, with great hope, to buy lottery tickets. And, of course, this Contemplation would be incomplete if I did not indignantly shout across the universe, “SPAY AND NEUTER, YOU CHOWDERHEADS.”
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