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WE DID IT!
Cannon County Community for Animals is a non profit organization in rural Tennessee dedicated to helping our stray dog and cats.
We challenged ourselves to do 30 feline spays/neuters for the month of October.
Feral cats, community cats, and owned cats whose family needed help with financial assistance for spay and neuter was our mission.
Starting small, with only four traps, we dedicated our time to setting, watching, feeding, and lovingly, transporting the cats to local vets and spay and neuter clinics.
We hope our mission raises awareness, starts conversations, and makes a HUGE difference for our cats in Cannon County.
We made 30 new little friends in October!
It was just after Christmas when I decided to get a new cat. I wanted to go to the local shelter and rescue a kitty. I went with my parents. When I got there the volunteer brought me right over to the kittens area. There were only about 6 left and they were are all crammed into 1 cage. I didn't see her right away. She was tiny and scrawny. My mom pointed out this beautiful grey stripped cat and asked if we could pick it up. The volunteer told us sure. I bent down to open the cage and was going towards the grey one when this little black blur flew out of the cage and landed on my shoulder and started licking my cheek and curling into my neck. I was done! I didn't need to look any further!! It was love instantly. I immediately named her Chloe. She just looked like a Chloe. My mom asked me if I was sure about her there was no hesitation. It is now 13 years later and my baby girl Chloe is the most loving and special kitty anywhere. I love my Chloe girl so much ❤️
My parents lived in a small house with a large garden that backed onto a levee and a riparian flood-control area. Someone must have dumped a litter of kittens back there. One survived and found his way to my parents' house. By the time my dad spotted him, he was very nearly starved to death. Dad fed him twice daily. He was afraid at first, but gradually came to trust people that he knew.
However, my parents had no idea how to care for a kitten. My mother wasn't about to let anything feline into the house; growing up on a farm, she'd been scolded too many times for trying to make friends with the barn cats. A mama coyote raised a family in that levee every year. Kitten's life expectancy was pretty low as an outside cat. So I took him home with me, and the next day took him to my vet. He had fleas, a respiratory infection, and ear mites. We got him fixed up and neutered, and after a bit of initial skittishness he decided my husband and I were okay. Then we were more than okay, we were HIS people.
Rocky, as we named him, never quite got over his initial childhood starvation. He would get terribly distressed if the kibble bowl actually emptied. As a result, he got too fat, and our efforts to reduce his calorie intake didn't just annoy him, they terrified him. We settled for a fat cat. He was a very loving cat, always ready to play but equally ready to cuddle and be loved. Alas, he never did get over his fear of strangers.
One night, when he was in his tenth year, as we were going to bed I noticed him having trouble breathing. I took him to the emergency vet, He was suffering from an enormous amount of fluid in his chest, a side-effect of heart disease. She tried surgery in vain. He was dead by morning.
I dearly love my current kitties, but I'll always miss Rocky.
I can't ever recall a time in my life without cats. Sebastian "Kitty Bastian," an aloof and slightly bad-tempered gray guy, was part of my human family prior to my birth, and my introduction to the feline world. Being an only child before I appeared, he undoubtedly felt a bit of sibling rivalry accounting for the slightly awkward relationship between us. After all, a mere baby was definitely an affront to his considerable dignity!
Fast forward some 60 plus years and I'm still an avid cat lover. Though there has been a LONG line of other animals in my life- many dogs, goats, a horse, pot-bellied pig, rabbits, rats, snakes and assorted birds (all very well-loved, I hasten to add), I don't remember ever being cat-less.
My husband David and I are currently the proud and doting parents of five (!) rescue kitties and wouldn't have it any other way. We recently figured that there is close to 50 pounds of cat body between them! They all love to sit on laps and we are all too familiar with the term "feline paralysis" accurately describing the inability to move with the weight of a loving cat on one's lap!
The lovely little striped brothers pictured above were part of a family of five babies which appeared with their mother in my sister's barn six years ago. We fostered all five after their mother found a loving family and, though sorely tempted to keep all five, good sense prevailed and homes were found for three. The two who stayed, Joey and Jesse, were well accepted (and tolerated) by our two adult cats, Max and Reilly, and are very much part of the tribe. A few years later a stray (Sally) became an addition but that's yet another story.
Today Joey and Jesse are gorgeous, fully-fledged, middle-aged chaps and, though totally different from one another, have proved to be model citizens!
One chilly afternoon in April, 2011, my husband was walking our dogs and saw a bag by the side of the road - thinking it was trash, he picked it up. Inside were 4 kittens, 2 dead about 6 weeks old, and 2 very alive at barely 10 days - 2 weeks. We hand fed them, took them to the vet for constipation, checkups and held them for hours, mimicking the mothers care as best we could. We named them Zuess and Zion-my husband said they needed strong names!
This picture is their first night with us.
Today, they are beautiful Turkish Vans, about 12 pounds and a constant joy and full of love. They fit right in with our family of 11 rescues!
How anyone can do such a thing to animals is beyond me and I can't help hoping they get "payback"!
My Tuesday hiking group had just started our hike along the Tuscarora Trail in Virginia, when we heard a loud crying sound. It was a tiny black and white tuxedo kitten, all alone, meowing as loud as he could. He came out of the bushes and started following us along the trail, crying the whole time. He followed us down a road, through a farm, across a bridge over the Shenandoah River, and partway up a mountain before finally getting tired- it had to be at least a mile! I hoped he lived nearby, and would find his way home, but worried about him all day. Sure enough, when we came back down the mountain, there he was waiting for us. We couldn't just leave him there, so I carried him back to the car and decided to take him home. My husband and I already had two cats, and really didn't need a third, but I thought I'd either find him a home or make him a barn cat. Well, after a couple of days trying to keep him in the barn, he made it very clear that he did not want to be a barn cat- he wanted to be in the house with us! And that is where he has stayed- he is a tiny terror, always into something, chasing the older cats, knocking things over, etc., but he is also the most affectionate and loving cat I have ever seen. We named him Rory, short for Tuscarora- the trail where he chose me to be his human!
We had just lost our Australian Shepherd, Hagar, at the age of 14. We were heartbroken and were not going to get another dog. Just didn't want to go through the pain of another dog dying, which eventually happens. But, I started looking at rescue dogs. I came across Maggie, then called Chloe, and fell in love at first site.
Maggie was an English Setter which are pointers. We had always had herding dogs. Apparently she had won show ribbons and was supposed to breed. Well, she was having none of that so she had no value to the breeders. That's how she ended up on a rescue site. So, I convinced my husband to go and meet her. That was it. After a home and yard inspection we brought her home. We never looked back or regretted giving her a home. Setters are very gentle and loving dogs. She brought us so much joy.
Maggie was 4 years old at that time. She had been raised in a kennel. She didn't know how to play and didn't seem interested. Her big interest was going to the park, sneaking up on and pointing at the birds and squirrels. That was her fun time and she provided a lot of entertainment to other people in the park with her sneaking and pointing.
Maggie developed diabetes at age 14 and she passed away just 3 months shy of her 15th birthday, December 2015. We miss her terribly.
Socks (The Hulk) & Bonnie Blue are 2 of our rescues. Socks (age 7) has been with us since he was 6 weeks old when we found him abandoned on the side of a road. Bonnie Blue (age 6) has been with us since she was 1 day old. We found her mom & litter the day after they were born outdoors in some bushes. These two started being buddies as soon as Bonnie was old enough to run & play. Socks earned the nickname "The Hulk" by growing into a large not fat cat. He now weighs over 22 lbs & his tail measures 14" long. We stay out of his way when he runs through the house.
Over the last 15 years we have rescued, found homes for or adopted over 35 cats & kittens. Currently we are caring for & feeding 10 cats, inside & outside strays & ferals. All are S/N except for 2 feral toms I'm currently working on. It appears that we are cat magnets but my wife & I wouldn't have it any other way.
We live in the country where we have an old corncrib that my vet says must have a sign above the door inviting cats to come. Over the years I have taken in several cats who have shown up there. In the spring of 2015, I was greeted one evening by a tiny, mewing kitten that was hunched by a folded table in the corncrib. As I got closer, he showed bravado by spitting, hissing and puffing himself up. Hoping that his mama would hear him and come for him, I put out a little canned food for him and let him be. The next morning he was gone. I assumed his mama had taken him. Later I was working in the yard when I heard constant mewing from under a bush. There he was. I knew he wouldn't make it on his own, so I put on some heavy gloves and eventually caught him. I put him in my cat cage in a shed. He continued to hiss, spit and cringe in a corner of the cage as I put in kitty necessities. When the bowl of food went into the cage, the hissing stopped and he decided I wasn't so bad after all. Soon we were friends. I named him Oliver because of the "O" on his side and because he was a voracious eater who always wanted more, please. The frantic need for food calmed down after a trip to the vet which included wormer. He was estimated to be only about 4 weeks old. Today he is a 14 pounder who plays constantly and runs around the room as fast as he can go. He still thinks he's the little kitten he was when he first came to join the family.
In March 2014 we lost our 9yr old Dobie, Kali, to cancer then just 6 weeks later we found that our 10yr old Doxie, Oscar also was dying of cancer, we helped him cross the rainbow bridge too. We were devastated but it was the impetus to make some changes in our life. My fiancé was already retired, I made the decision to retire and we decided to sell both our houses and buy a house in a more rural area about 2 hrs away. In late August I was working my last week as a Hospice nurse, I was making a few home visits for another nurse. I walked into a patients home and saw the cutest little brown Doxie that looked just like my beloved Oscar. At the end of my visit I asked about her and was told, by the caregiver, her name was Amber, she was 8 or 9 yrs old and when grandpa passed they were going to take her to the shelter because no one in the family wanted her. I was shocked I gave her my card and a note to the family begging them to call me first before surrendering her. The next two weeks were very busy packing and moving. Three days after settling into our new home I got a call asking if I still wanted Amber they were going to take her to the shelter the next day. I said I would be there tomorrow to pick her up. She came with a blanket and the piece of paper for her microchip so I could transfer ownership. I found out she was actually 10yrs old. It was a little rough at first, but she is so sweet and plays with her toys like a youngster. I don't know much about her life before but she gets lots of loves now from us and our grandkids. She loves to travel with us and recently visited 25 states on a cross country RV trip. She is now 12 but still our feisty little Amberlee.