Tom and Ollie

Tom and Ollie are two of the cats we brought in off the street last year. Ollie is a small, spry tuxedo cat who seems to think the world is a giant game. She is clever and silly and loves to play. She is about a year and a half old and still acts like a kitten. Tom is a very fluffy orange and white cat who is quite a bit older than Ollie, although we don’t know exactly how old he is. He was in pretty rough shape when we rescued him, and it turns out he has kidney disease. He is a kind, gentle giant and he is Ollie’s best friend.

In my study I have a reading chair with a quilt folded over the back of it. About a month ago I noticed that Ollie had figured out how to cover herself with the quilt when she took a nap on the chair. She stands on the seat of the chair, reaches up and pulls the quilt down over her. It is pretty cute–sometimes all you can see are her toes or the tip of her tail. She clearly knows how to deal with winter!

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Lately Tom has been feeling a little under the weather. We are working with the kind people at Martindale Animal Clinic to help Tom manage the kidney disease. This past week hasn’t been a good week for him. He stopped eating and did what cats often do when they are sick, he started hiding. He is normally very social, but we started finding him hiding behind the chair that Ollie likes to sleep on in recent days.

Yesterday Ollie went up on the chair and I saw her going up to reach for the blanket, but instead of pulling it on herself as she normally does, she pushed it off the back of the chair on to the floor where Tom was. I am absolutely convinced that she knew what she was doing, that she was giving her friend some comfort.

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These two are the best of friends!

2014: The Year of the Cats

As 2014 draws to a close, one word comes to mind: cats. This was the year of the cats for us. During the last few months of 2013 we noticed a significant number of community cats hanging around our yard. As the weather grew colder, it became obvious that these cats were looking for food, water, and shelter. These were not cats that had been let outside by their caregivers but, rather, these were cats who had nowhere else to go. This was, to say the least, distressing. We later learned that there were some situations in our neighbourhood (abandonment, hoarding, etc.) that led to the spike in the number of community cats hanging around. At the time, however, we weren’t sure what was happening but began putting out food and building shelters. We started to get to know some of the cats, the ones that came to our house the most frequently.

First there was Ollie and Ernie. We had been feeding them for a while and they started coming regularly, like clockwork each morning at 6am. Ollie, a little tuxedo cat, was friendly almost from the first moment we met her, but Ernie was quite afraid of us. Very early on in January we brought Ollie and Ernie in to the house. Our 14 year old house cat Jenny doesn’t really like other cats, so we weren’t sure how this would go. We put them in the basement to quarantine them (not sure what we were dealing with) — not ideal, but at least they were out of the polar vortex temperatures.

Miss Jenny wasn't so sure about all the other cats who were hanging around in 2014.
Miss Jenny wasn’t so sure about all the other cats who were hanging around in 2014.

The day Ollie came in, it was one of the coldest days of the year and temperatures were around -20 C. I looked out the window and saw her stuck in a snowbank, crying her head off. She had dove from the fence to escape pursuit from one of the unfixed male cats in the neighbourhood and could not get out. By the time I got to her, she was soaking wet and shivering. After Ollie was in the house, her pal Ernie started spending a lot of time near the basement window. I’m convinced they could see each other and it wasn’t long before Ernie was also inside.

Ollie and Ernie have adjusted very well to life indoors.
Ollie and Ernie have adjusted very well to life indoors.

We couldn’t get near Ernie for the longest time, even after she was inside. Yes, we discovered that Ernie was a SHE when we noticed her ever-expanding belly. We managed to get her up and out of the basement and in to a bedroom just hours before she gave birth to four beautiful kittens. We still call her Ernie (the name stuck!), but her full, official name is now Miss Ernestina Maria.

The kittens were born in March, and they were a true delight. It was wonderful watching them grow and explore the world around them. Luckily we found people willing to adopt these kittens, and they are all doing well in their new forever homes now.

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Throughout the spring and summer a big fluffy cat we named Tom started coming around regularly. Poor Tom seemed to always be getting in to scraps and scrapes, and one morning he showed up with a pretty nasty war wound. He had a bump on his head about the size of a small apple and it was swollen and bloody. Of course, he wouldn’t let us get near him. It was that day that we decided we needed to do something for Tom and the others, so we worked with our neighbour, Allyson, to organize a fund-raiser for the community cats of our street. Allyson was also providing food and shelter and comfort to as many cats as she could throughout the cold months of 2014. We decided to hold a yard sale and bake sale in July, an event to raise money to help get some of these cats off the street and in to their forever homes — they all needed spaying/neutering, and many needed medical attention. The event was a great success, not only in terms of the amount of money raised (way beyond our modest expectations), but also in terms of bringing neighbours together to talk about the problem.

Throughout the rest of the year we upped our efforts to get the community cats off the street. The money raised was a big help, but it wasn’t nearly enough to deal with the scope of the problem. We also received generous assistance with the spay/neuter procedures from Niagara Action for Animals. Many kind people also donated cat food to the cause.

All in all, we were able to help 10 cats from our community this year, 3 are still with us and the rest have been adopted out to their forever homes. All of them are doing very well. We also heard through the grapevine that the hoarding situations near us have been “dealt with” — I’m not exactly sure what that means (although I have some guesses). I hope the cats that were removed are ok. I wish we could have helped more of them.

Over the last few weeks we have breathed a sigh of relief each time we look out on freshly fallen snow and see an absence of paw prints. I know that there are hundreds and hundreds more animals in need in Niagara so I’m not resting too easy, but I’m glad that for the moment things are a bit better for the community cats in our neighbourhood. I was also glad that we were able to help these 10 cats and would do it again in a heartbeat, but will also be quite happy if 2015 doesn’t bring quite as many cats to our doorstep. It was an intense year–if we weren’t actively taking care of them, we were talking about them, worrying about them, or raising money to help them.

Update on the Porch Cats

Remember the porch cats?

I’m a bit overdue with an update on this front, although if you follow me on social media you already know how this story unfolds!

So, we managed to get both Ernie and Ollie in to the house. It was such a brutally cold winter and I’m so glad we got at least two of them off the streets. We got Ollie to the vet right away, got her checked out, vaccinated, spayed, etc. and she very quickly integrated in to our household. Ernie, on the other hand, proved to be a bit more challenging to deal with. It took a long time for us to be able to get near Ernie, but eventually Ernie started coming out for food. It wasn’t long before we noticed Ernie’s expanding belly – our Ernie was an Ernestine and she was about to have kittens! We managed to move her up from the basement to one of the bedrooms just hours before she went in to labour. We now have 4 beautiful kittens in our house as well. All have homes waiting for them when they are old enough to be weaned. The night they were born we had a horribly cold blizzard – I’m not sure they would have survived. I’m so glad that we were able to get Ernie inside in time! She is such a wonderful mom, so patient and gentle with these wee kittens. It has been amazing to watch them grow up.

The kittens have tons of fans through social media – if I go too long without posting a photo of them people write to ask if the kittens are ok. They have even been featured on an episode of the new Our Hen House TV show!

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Porch Cats – An Update

Before Christmas I posted about the “porch cats” who have been visiting our house. We have been spending a lot of time watching, feeding, and setting up shelters for a group of apparently homeless/stray/feral cats. Some of them seem truly feral (e.g.: they run away if we even look at them from a distance), some of them are a lot more used to human company. The one little black and white cat we named Ollie has been especially communicative with us. She would arrive on our porch each morning between 6:30 and 7am and would sit on our “welcome mat” by the door meowing for her breakfast.

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When the cold snap hit last week Ollie seemed to be making an extra effort to communicate with us – she meowed a little longer and louder than she had before and didn’t leave the porch immediately after breakfast like she usually did. She started to hang around more and more. One day after we had received a large amount of snow I looked outside to see little Ollie up to her armpits in a snowbank in our garden, meowing her head off. She seemed stuck and was having trouble getting out of the snowbank. I pulled on my boots and went out to grab her – I didn’t really have a plan, but I knew I couldn’t leave her out there to freeze to death in a snowbank in our garden. I brought her in the house and took her down to the basement because I wanted to keep her separate from our house cats. At first she completely freaked out – I’m sure she has never been in a house before – but she slowly started to settle down and found a warm, comfortable spot to curl up in. Within a few days she was sitting on my lap purring when I came to visit her. Part of me knows that I couldn’t leave her out in the cold, and yet there is a part of me that feels so bad for scooping her up and taking her away from her pals. Did we do the right thing?

We took Ollie in to the community vet clinic the other day and had her checked out. She had fleas, but otherwise she seemed in good health. She got the standard deworm/de-flea/vaccination treatment and we will book her in for a spay soon. I’m not sure what will happen long-term, whether or not Jenny (our senior kitty who hates cats) will let us keep her, but we have some leads one some potential homes for her if things don’t work out.

The rest of the porch cats are still out there – they won’t let us get near them. We didn’t see much of them during the cold snap, but since it has warmed up they have been back around for food and have been using the shelters I’ve set up on the front porch. I was so worried about them and was so glad to see them when they all showed up yesterday.

There are so many cats in need, so much work to do. Sometimes I get overwhelmed just thinking about it. I guess it is one cat at a time.

A number of kind and generous people have come forward to help out with the food for our porch kitties since I first posted about them. We are so grateful for your assistance, and I know that the cats appreciate the food. I get so sad thinking about all these cats with no loving, warm home to curl up in, but then I am heartened by how many people truly want to help change the situation. Thank you.

Porch Cats

The fall term is over, and I’ve had a few days that are miraculously free of meetings and other administrative tasks. Having a stretch of time to focus exclusively on writing and research is so very rare these days – I live for these moments!

I thought I would have some uninterrupted writing time over these few days, but hasn’t really worked out that way. I’m distracted by the plight of a family of homeless/stray/feral cats that have taken up residence on our block. They curl up on our porch and hang out in our garden. As I sit at my desk and work, they look in at me through the windows. We have put out food, water, and shelter for them (a couple of home made shelters lined with straw, and a fancy deluxe electric heated outdoor cathouse that we ordered online), and the plan is to eventually trap them so that they can be spayed/neutered. There seem to be 5 different cats, but only one of them will let us get close. The others take off the second we step outside. Of course, we have named them all.

There is Ollie, a little black & white cat who seems to be under a year old. She is the friendliest of the bunch and is quite vocal about asking for some food.

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Ernie is about the same age as Ollie and I wonder if they are siblings. They pal around together as if they are, and I’ve often seem them playing/play-fighting. Ernie is mostly white but has the cutest orange “hat” and some orange spots on his back. He is quite afraid of us, but is getting better.

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I put some catnip out for Ollie and Ernie the other day and they seemed to really love it!

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The other cats are all quite a bit older and are much more afraid of us. Lady Grantham (yes, I’m a bit of a Downton Abbey fan!) is black and white and has the same kind of “hat” that Ernie has. I’ve seen Ollie and Lady Grantham greet one another in a way that makes me think they are mother-daughter. Sadly, it looks like Lady Grantham has an expanding belly, and I fear another litter may soon be on its way. Tom is a fluffy orange and white cat who hangs around with Lady Grantham (there isn’t exactly Downton Abbey storyline consistency with this naming project!), and Oscar is a very sad-looking black cat. I don’t think Oscar is part of the same family unit as the other 4. He has the saddest eyes and hangs around by himself all the time. He seems as though he may have once upon a time lived with a family and has now ended up on the street whereas the others seem like they have been outside most/all of their lives.

I wish I knew their stories and where they came from. They are absolutely breaking my heart. I wake up in the night thinking of them, hoping they have found a warm place to curl up. I keep an eye out for them and worry when I don’t see them. I’ve been reading all I can to learn about how best to help these cats. I know there are other neighbours on this street who are also looking out for these cats. I wish this kind of situation wasn’t so common.
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