A Rescuer's poem

I am an Animal Rescuer
My job is to assist God's creatures
I was born with the drive to fulfill their needs
I take in helpless, unwanted, homeless creatures without planning or selection
I have bought cat food with my last dime
I have patted a matted and dirty cat with my bare hand
I have hugged someone feral and afraid
I have fallen in love a thousand times
And I have cried into the fur of a lifeless body too many times to count
I have animal friends and friends who have animal friends
I don't often use the word "pet"
I notice those lost at the road side
And my heart aches
I will hand raise a field mouse
And make friends with a vulture
I know of no creature unworthy of my time
I want to live forever if there aren't any animals in Heaven
But I believe there are
Why would God make something so perfect and leave it behind
Some may think we are master of the animals
But the animals have mastered themselves
Something people still haven't learned
War and abuse make me hurt for the world
But a rescue that makes the news gives me hope for mankind
We are a quiet but determined army
And we are making a difference every day
There is nothing more necessary than warming an orphan
Nothing more rewarding than saving a life
No higher recognition than watching them thrive
There is no greater joy than seeing a baby play
who only days ago, was too weak to eat
By the love of those who I've been privileged to rescue
I have been rescued
I know what true unconditional love really is
for I've seen it shining in the eyes of so many
Grateful for so little
I am an Animal Rescuer
My work is never done
My home is never quiet
My wallet is always empty
But my heart is always full
------Author Unknown

some of my zoobabies

some of my zoobabies

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

6 days

that's how long the dry food supply lasts at the not so little feline zoo. One 18 pound bag of Chicken soup for the cat lover's soul and a 15 pound bag of Taste of the wild last 6 days. I kept track on my calendar. They are both a pretty good food and economically suit my budget. I also feed my zoo wet food once a day. Thankfully the humane society was donating canned food to rescue groups and my friend and I managed to get quite a bit. I also have to have a supply of dry food on hand to feed the outdoor kitties that come to my shed for food and water. One of the pet stores I buy from sells bags repackaged from broken dry food bags from the warehouse at an economical price, more in poundage than I would get from Costco's brand, cheaper and better quality, since it is a mix of different brands. My friend had to do her food run today so she did me a solid and bought me what I needed and brought it over tonight. I had quite a full day regardless. Much of the morning and part of the early afternoon spent cleaning my mom's place and then grocery shopping afterwards. Even with an hour nap I had when I returned, I am still pretty tired.

Now I am downstairs, watching TV and cuddling up with 2 of my boys Wiley and Chance. Wiley is grooming Chance right now. It is amazing how most of my zoo get along and how they even groom each other, despite no relation. However, given that many of my rescues are from my backyard, some could share the same DNA. If I had the greenbacks, I would love to check out their DNA and find out who is related to who.

Let me tell you a little about Wiley. I named him after Wil E. Coyote. You know from the cartoon. You see when i was trying to trap Wiley after spying that he had an injured leg one day after he came to eat and turned out to be a pretty elusive kitty. I set out a trap for him in our front yard. Before we were able to trap him, we trapped a racoon, then a bird, a neighbourhood cat, then Wiley, but he did not trip the trap and managed to escape. But two times was the charm as while we were sitting down for dinner one Friday night, I heard the telltale sound of the trap tripping again and lo and behold, Wiley was in it. He did not turn out very feral and even played with my fingers through the carrier while I was taking him to the vet to be neutered. Wiley really turned out to be a sweetie.

Then there's Chance. I named him because it was by chance that I managed to trap him and that he was not feral at all. Although he was the last one to be neutered as part of the low cost feral program that the humane society used to have. But after he was trapped and when we transferred him to a carrier, he turned out to be the gentlest little bear. He and Wiley soon grew to be very attached and often groom each other and hang around together. A few years ago, while my brother was in hospital, Chance came down with a bad ear infection, by the time I knew something was wrong with Chance, he was hiding and running from me, which he never did before, he had already suffered some nerve damage and his head tilts even after his stay at the hospital and the antibiotics. But it has not held back Chance in any way. He acts perfectly normal and is as lovable as he was the first night I trapped him. Chance and Wiley just love to cuddle up with me in bed and I would not have it any other way.

For your enjoyment, I have attached 2 pictures. One is with both of them. Chance is on the left and Wiley is beside him, grooming himself as usual. The second picture is of Wiley alone.

Meow for now....


Kea said...

You're doing amazing rescue work! Knowing how much I spend on cat food on my three each month (almost as much as my own grocery bill, but they get mostly canned), I don't even want to imagine what your cat food (and litter!) budget is each month. :-O

zoo keeper said...

thanks Kea. that means alot! yeah my feline zoo cat bill can amount to our own grocery bill. If it was not for the donated cat food I got, it would be higher. But it's worth it since I know there are that many cats inside, warm and toasty and safe.