I started fostering for Wear Valley and Darlington Cats
Protection almost two years ago and had not realised until then the sheer
magnitude of the problems cats faced every day of their lives, and the sheer
number of calls and emergencies Cats Protection have to deal with on a day to
day basis. It opened my eyes to the attitudes of a lot of people towards not
only cats, but all animals, and showed me that among all the people who do not
care there are some who care greatly and devote their lives to helping the
sick, the unwanted and the dumped, the feral, the stray and the pregnant.
I wanted to show people just how big the problems are that
Cats Protection face every day, not just our branch but every single local
branch all over the country. I thought the best way to do this would be by
showing you the fosters I have had in the almost two years I have been doing
this, starting from my very first right up to the ones I am fostering now.
Next came Mia, whose owner decided they no longer wanted
her, she was 8 weeks pregnant. She was flea ridden and terrified and spent most
of her time hissing at me and being extremely defensive. Once Mia had her
kittens, Max, Ava and Vinny, she showed just what a sweet cat she actually was.
She could not get enough affection and purred as soon as I went out to see her
in the pen. Mia was with me for a good few months, but even though her kittens
went to their new homes before her, she eventually got a home with a wonderful
lady who adores her. Max is the black and white kitten, Ava the
all black and Vinny the tabby.
My next fosters were found in a shed in someone’s garden,
Missy, the mum, was beautiful, but her fur was a mess and she was extremely
skinny. Her two kittens who I named Yuki and Shiro were flecked with grey, but
eventually their fur turned black and white. Missy was such a loving cat and Yuki
and Shiro, though shy, were so funny once they trusted you. Missy had a bout of
mastitis which made her utterly miserable, but was right as rain after
antibiotics. Yuki and Shiro were homed together and not long after that Missy
went off to live on a farm with her adopters. I have put pics of the kittens
when they were young and older to show how their fur changed as they got older.
Next
came a little girl who stole my heart. She was found by the side of a bypass at
approximately 6 weeks old, starving and dehydrated. Marion cared for her for
the first night as she was not sure whether she was going to survive, I think
the best way to show you what state she was in is with a video link. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wY8h_IybspQ Marion got her through the night and brought
her to me the next day. She had to be given fluids and nutri cal every few
hours and was very scared and tired. She got stronger and stronger and when it
came to putting her up for adoption, well the fact was I just couldn’t do it, I
adopted her myself. This is Saeko today.
Along came a litter of six kittens, four black boys, two
tortie girls. They had cat flu, their eyes were not in good shape and they were
up and down health wise, eye drops in the eyes every day and medication galore.
The boys were christened the Marx Brothers (Groucho, Zeppo, Harpo and and
Chico) and the girls Betsy and Cherry. They recovered well and were such
friendly little kittens, and utterly mad. Once they were ready for adoption
they captured the hearts of some lovely families. Betsy and one of the boys
went together, Cherry on her own and the other two boys also went
together.
Three feral kittens and their mum came next, mum was
friendly but kittens were all very wary
and very scared. I named Mum Kirei which means pretty in Japanese, the two
female kittens were named Aisuru (Beloved) and Taiyo (Sun, as she had a bright
orange mark on her face) and the male kitten was named Senshi (Warrior). It
took work but the kittens learnt to trust me and let me in on their play time.
Aisuru and Senshi were homed together and in the same week Taiyo also went off
to her new home, leaving mum Kirei behind. As beautiful as she is it took a few
more weeks before she too went off to her new home. (you can just see Aisuru
peeping from behind the litter box)
By
this time I had inherited another pen from a fosterer who had moved to another
part of the country so had to leave the branch, so in the pen next to Kirei and
kittens was a beautiful girl who had been found living in someone’s garden, the
people were very concerned for her as they had dogs who were not too happy
about her being there, so they contacted us. She was pregnant and hungry. I
named her Suna, which means sand, as she was a gorgeous sandy blonde colour.
Suna is, I have to say, one of the most placid, affectionate and loving cats I
have ever had the fortune to meet. She had her kittens a couple of weeks after
coming into my care, four little boys, one ginger, two ginger and white and one
the same colour as her. I named them Ron, George, Fred and Charlie… The Weasley
Brothers. Suna was an amazing mother and trusted me totally with the kittens
from day one. Three of the boys went off to their new homes, leaving George and
Suna behind. Then came the day that Suna was chosen and that left just George.
I felt so sad for him being all alone when only a few weeks earlier his full
family had been there, but not for long as the perfect person came along and
adopted him too. I can say out of all of my foster cats Suna is the one I miss
the most, her beautiful,
gentle personality engaged everyone who met her.
Meanwhile back in the other pen, when Kirei and her kittens were all gone it was quickly filled by a stray female, a very friendly diva named Mya. She insisted on being carried around the pen when I was working in there and also liked to talk, a lot. Mya had been found wandering the streets, lonely and hungry. Mya was adopted by a member of the same family who adopted Suna, the lady who adopted her saw Suna, told her family member all about her and the rest is history.
Replacing
Mya in the pen came a litter of kittens signed over to us. They needed feeding
up but were already very well socialised. I loved watching Milo, Cali, Noodle
and Marla play, they were utterly hilarious, and also very hard work, and made
a lot of mess in the pen as they loved to throw litter all over and play with
it. Milo was adopted by one of our volunteers, Cali was the next to find a new
home and then Noodle and Marla went to their new homes within a week of each
other. I recently saw Milo and he has grown into a stunning boy.
When
Suna and her boys had all gone from pen 2 it was only a matter of days before it
was filled again. A gorgeous girl and her two kittens had been found in
someone’s garden yet again, Eva, as I named her was starving and tired and
trying to feed two kittens on very little. She thrived once she was getting
good food and water and had a roof over her family’s head. Yin and Yang are
lovely little black and white girls, crazy and playful and just as affectionate
as their mum. I still have this family, they are all still waiting for their
forever homes to come along.
At
the minute as well as Eva and her girls I have Pearl, a 13 week old feral
kitten who is slowly coming round to not thinking I am the enemy, Trixie, a 13
week old tabby and white girl who loves to purr, a lot, Zack and Ziggy are two
13 week old boys whose eyes were not so good , Marion treated them and they
were fine by the time they came to me, they were VERY shy but now allow me to
pick them up and stroke them. I also have Gaia, approx. 10 weeks old who was
dumped in a garden, riddled with fleas and very malnourished, she is doing just
fine now though.
This has been my journey so far as a fosterer for Wear Valley and Darlington Cats Protection, which started when I adopted from them two years ago. I would not change it for the world, but what I would love to see change is people’s attitudes… towards cruelty, towards neglect, towards abandonment and towards NEUTERING. I hope this happens someday soon, though looking at stories like Chester’s it seems cruelty is a pastime for some now. Cats Protection cannot change the attitudes of all, but we can try to educate to change the attitudes of some.
This has been my journey so far as a fosterer for Wear Valley and Darlington Cats Protection, which started when I adopted from them two years ago. I would not change it for the world, but what I would love to see change is people’s attitudes… towards cruelty, towards neglect, towards abandonment and towards NEUTERING. I hope this happens someday soon, though looking at stories like Chester’s it seems cruelty is a pastime for some now. Cats Protection cannot change the attitudes of all, but we can try to educate to change the attitudes of some.
Thanks for reading.
Vicky