Saturday, October 17, 2015

Reflections and News from Bessie

Hi Everyone Bessie here.

Z-girl wants me to tell all of you that we didn't miss National Feral Cat Day. You see, every day here is Feral Cat Day.


This is me, looking at myself in the mirrored dresser. Bins of wool sweaters sitting out during the Great Moth Cleanse Extravaganza....

Our message is simple: be kind to all animals. Don't assume that because you see someone living on the street they are sick or dangerous. Offer a helping paw.

Many of you are aware that PAD Paws is the non-profit organization that was founded around the in-progress efforts of our Aunt Natalie, Aunt Denise, and Z-Girl. They've been feeding, rehabilitating, rescuing and rehoming cats for years. PAD stands for the Powerhouse Arts District (our neighborhood in Jersey City). And you may remember that Lulu (my daughter) and I were once street cats.

Here I am with baby Lulu and my son, the Captain (who is living with his adoptive mama and brother Chance). This is July of 2011. We all had fleas and were underfed. 

I'm happy to tell a wonderful end to a long story. After many failed attempts, Aunt Natalie was finally able to rescue another mama kitty who lived under our Warehouse apartment (same place where Z-Girl and Natalie rescued Manhattan). Her name is Stella. 







Stella loving the comforts of soft blankets and quiet evenings inside.



She had multiple litters of kittens. Aunt Natalie patiently trapped each one and immediately had them vetted and in foster care. The last litter was trapped in August, and by September everyone had furever homes. We think that the entire saga unfolded perfectly. You see, when the last batch of kittens were rescued it left Stella all alone and searching the dangerous streets for her babies. I know that feeling--when I was rescued the Captain and Lulu were left on their own. I cried and cried while sitting in my trap. For 24 hours I cried non stop. Once we were reunited (the photo of the three of us above is proof) I stopped crying and attended to my babies. 

After the victorious capture of Stella, Aunt Natalie was able to reunite her with the youngest kittens and she spent a few weeks grooming and snuggling them. She didn't even mind when they left her a few times to go to Adoption Days. So when each one was removed from her cage to go to their new homes, Stella handled it gracefully and didn't cry. Now she is in what Aunt Natalie calls feral kitty rehabilitation. This means she is being fostered with other cats so that she can observe and learn to trust that humans can be loving. I hear that she has made amazing progress. Stella had been outside for a long time, foraging for food, surviving harsh weather conditions. It is said that some cats don't transition well from outside to inside. PAD Paws has yet to find a cat who wants to be outside again. Perhaps it's because living in the shadows in the PAD is dangerous and unpredictable.

In the midst of attempting to catch Stella earlier this year, the Don of the PAD entered a trap one day. Puck finally had enough and went into a trap set for Stella. We considered his rescue to be a major victory because he had eluded Z-Girl and Aunt Natalie's attempts for over 4 years. He's now adjusted to being inside, is curious and content. He's like me--not allowing anyone to pet him (yet). But I have great faith that Puck will change his mind one day. I'll have to call him on my iCarrot phone and let him know how to play it for maximum return...

Uh, Puck...you are the purrfect picture of a Fat Cat. You just need a top hat and a cigar, buddy...

If you want to read some of the PAD Paws success stories, see our Rescue Me tab. 

If you want to support the efforts of PAD Paws, please go to www.padpawsrescue.org and click on DONATE. Your contribution is tax deductible and will go to food and vet care for cats, dogs, birds and possibly other animals. 

Enjoy your CATurday furiends.

Bessie, out.




Saturday, October 10, 2015

CATurday in the Warehouse apartment

Hi Everyone, it's Lulu

It's Caturday and I haven't blogged lately, so I thought I'd post today so you can hear things from my point of view.

Last you heard mama Bessie and I were at the vet. Z-Girl had us stay for three nights and we didn't like that very much. We were in separate cages and there were dogs and other cats that came in and out all day. No velvet, no soft bed. No pets and no treats. Sure--we were safe. And we had our teeth cleaned and nails clipped. But it was no spa.

Z-Girl brought us home after the Bug Dr. (yes, that's the name of the company) left and we hid for about 4 hours as she put the apartment back together. So much plastic everywhere to protect furniture and clothing! Once her bed was made again we were happy and that night we woke her up almost every hour for re-assuring pets. We purred and let her know we were grateful to be back in our sanctuary. Together.

Thankfully the moth spraying is in the rearview mirror. The final chapter is the return of our beloved purple rug and another newer rug. They've been out for cleaning for over two months. Z-Girl said she had to get a person with letters after his name to write a stern email and place a call to the rug cleaning people because she's gotten something called the run around (that sounds like fun to me--especially if the laser dot is involved).  We'll let you know what happens.

Now for an exciting progress update: installation of cat shelves above Z-Girl's desk. You may know there are plans to connect all the shelves in a cat super-highway. This is the beginning of that project:

This is me on the window looking at a new shelf. 

Manhattan is the catification pioneer so I let her test everything before I try it myself. The installation is clean looking and there is even a box for us to climb in to perch while Z-Girl works. She put Valentina inside the box and as you can see Vali was not very happy:

 Valentina in the box above Z-Girl's desk. Not loving her location...

 Manhattan makes the maiden voyage...

Conquers the top of the installation...

And contemplates the jump to the pipes from the shelves. Oh boy.

I watched Manhattan and chirped because it looks like a lot of fun. No one knows but I tried one shelf in the dark hours Thursday. I am a night warrior so I do my best work when Z-Girl is asleep. I fit on the smaller shelf and now I am mapping out my journey to the top. 

Me with my ninja carrot. It doubles as a mobile device.

I think I'll end here and let someone else give you the updates on the JCAST (Jersey City Artist Studio Tour) and PAD Paws progress. 
It is Caturday, after all. There's sun puddles and naps to chase. Peace to our friends. Thanks for all of your encouraging words on Facebook and Instagram and here on our blog during our moth saga. We hope that you will enjoy our return to normalcy.

Whatever *that* really means...


Lulu, out.