Time for New Life

Today was an eventful day, and a bittersweet one. Unfortunately, Benji died. I don't want to say the circumstances, just will say my heart is broken. He was only a few minutes from being released. I'm sick to my stomach.
On the other hand, I managed to catch Daphne and two of her babies. They're much younger than I thought, only about 4 weeks old. They're adorable! And scared, as is Daphne who has perched on top of my fabric rack. When I came home from filling the gas tank, I found one of the baby's also in the middle of the rack. The other, crouched between my desk and book shelf. Tomorrow, I will attempt to catch the last two, and the whole family will be reunited. Then will come the task of taming them! Wish me luck, I'll need it.

Another Furry Rescue

Well, here I go again! My sister Kathy and I were in the front yard today, and she looked down and saw this little guy laying on his side on the ground. Half dead, I couldn't just leave him there, so we took him in the house. His mother is no where around, and it was obvious he wasn't well. Kathy knew the formula for baby animals, so I mixed some up. Tonight, he was looking better, and actually ate for me. He's enjoying the last of his dinner here. I hope he makes it, I'll see how he is in the morning, and see if he's eating clover yet.
I talked to Monica from the humane society about the kittens and their mother I named Daphne. She had me come and pick up a humane trap, and it's by the cats. The food is in it, to get them used to going in and out of the cage. Wednesday, I'll set it, and as she said, bring them into the house, isolate them, and get them used to being handled. When they are, they will go to the humane society, get their shots, worming, and blood work ups. Then they will be ready for their forever homes! Wish me luck, with the cats, and my little bunny friend I call Benji.

Bittersweet

Mom gave each fo her four daughters one of these letters on Mother's Day. I'll cherish it always.

Today was a hard day. Mom sold her car. Not because she wanted to by any means, but because she had to. Mom's car was everything to her. It was the last freedom she had. It meant that she could leave to go visiting, do errands, or just go for a drive whenever she felt lonely or bored. It was her lifeline. We knew this day would come, and dreaded it, but not as much as Mom. We understand the importance her car held for her. We understand where she is coming from. We understand the tears, the frustration, the hurt, and the anger. But Mom has to understand that it was out of necessity, it wasn't some cruel act by her daughters that made this day necessary. It was time. We will continue to be there for her, and make sure her life goes on as normally as possible. And hopefully, Mom will come to realize it was for the best, and find her freedom again.

With-in the heart of every stray

Lies the singular desire to be loved.

Today I was able to get with-in three feet of the mother. I've named her Daphne.

Not quite as skiddish, it's been my experience that if I can gain her trust, the babies will follow.
She was actually able to relax, tuck her legs under, and not have so much fear in her eyes. Daphne isn't even a year old, she's still much a kitten herself. I'd say probably about 6-7 months old. It's so sad her life has been ruff so far. I hope I can fix that for her.

A Mother's Day Find

Last night, while looking out the back, I noticed movement in a pile of old barn roofing. Peaking closer, I saw it was a mother and her kittens. Robin and I took food out to try and tame them. If successful, I'll clean them up and take them to the humane society. If I took them now they would be determined ferrel, and I'd hate to see them put down. The mom doesn't seem too bad, she actually fell asleep while I was talking to her. The kittens are skiddish so I hope since they are only about 5 weeks old, that they can be gentled.

I managed to get pictures of two of them, there are five babies. All are beautiful little kids!

Ode to a Car, Though the Car Owes Me.

Ah yes. After over a week of staying home, safe in my house, not on the roads in my car with four bad tires waiting for a blow out at any second, my dear husband finally took it in to have four brand new ones to replace the balding, tread separating death traps. So my first venture out, was to take a little trip to my favorite shop in Metamora for some Iris embroidery floss (not available anywhere in the St. Clair County area) and fabric to work on my pillow top I started there the week before. A blustery day, it didn't hamper my spirits any as I tooled down the express way singing along to Susan Boyle.
Well wouldn't you know, just before and exit to the little town of Emmett, I heard and felt a huge thud coming from under my car. Not knowing what it was, I decided maybe it would be best to turn around at the exit and start back home. I barely made it off the exit, and drifted into a gas station. My transmition bit the dust! I couldn't drive! So naturally, I didn't have my cell phone with me, and had to ask the kind man boy working in the station to use his phone to call for help. With his cell battery quickly dieing, I left messages where ever I could think to summon someone to wake up my sleeping husband to come and get me. After almost an hour, I finally got a hold of him, he came and got me, and now my car sits in the transmission shop for God only knows how long. I won't miss church though. As uncomfortably embarrassing as it is, I'll take my husbands boat car, with loud exhaust, the back seat gone and bent rotors, and hobble into town. I'll just park far enough away so no one will hear or see what he calls a car! After all, it's Mother's Day, and I know the beautiful service will more than make up for my transportation.

Furry Friends Friday

As Mom used to say, "Sister, brother, love each other."