I Wanted to Be a Farmer!

A few little thoughts, just because I want to!

If you had told me five years ago that I would be holding the paws of cats while they were going to sleep forever, I would have looked at you in bewilderment. I did not sign up for that and I certainly did not believe that I would be able for it as I’ve always been a little squeamish, but then…. I have always loved animals too…

When I was a little girl, I wanted to become a farmer, like my grandad’s neighbours, but then I realised that I would have to get up early in the mornings and, even as a kid, I’ve never been one for early mornings. Then I decided that I should become a writer in a ranch. Don’t ask! In fact, I did follow the writing path for a while and set off on a studying journey involving a lot of academic essays being written, travelling to give papers in front of other academics and I even had a couple of articles published.

And then… something happened…. I’m not sure what though. I never became a writer, I never became a farmer, but I got to travel to farms every so often, to trap cats that needed to be neutered. And I got to write about those cats. Not as much as I would like to though… Just because I do not have the time… Anyway, who wants to hear about cat stories? Well, it is not just about cats, it’s also about how people deal with grief and the suffering endured by those cats. And then it makes you think about many other topics: what is our responsibility when it comes to the natural and animal world and what can we do to rectify our mistakes? Or should we just keep living on, in our egoistical little world? Mind, I am quite selfish myself, but one day I decided that I should help, and that day led to another and increasingly I began to help, so my life changed and I was never able to turn back. It just happened naturally, I did not decide it, but now that I’ve started what I am doing I cannot stop it and I need to continue…

 

A Brief Appearance

So many things have happened since I last wrote on this blog. There have been some tough times, there have been some happy ones. And there has been a huge life change when with a couple of people I co-founded a cat welfare organisation called Community Cats Network. It literally took over my life and because of it, this blog got forgotten about… Not exactly forgotten about as I often think about it and I miss it. I also miss the blogging community and visiting blogs. Unfortunately, there is not enough time for this anymore.

Since the inception of Community Cats Network, I’ve always wanted to organise a fundraising Readathon in order to merge two of my passions. This idea has finally seen the light. I should of course have posted about it a long time ago, but as always, it was difficult to find the time…

If you have a bit of free time this weekend, go and check out the event. You can still join it as late registrations are accepted (eh, it’s for a good cause after all!).

Next year, I’ll definitely be more organised and give you a bit of notice!

Catnip orgy

It was sunny last sunday, so I decided to tidy a bit the garden…  The catnip plant was getting so big I resolved to cut it.  This is how I found Tantrum when I walked in the living room.

Look at the way his paws are grabbing the cloth!

Feeling good!

A sad day in the animal world

The sad news came in yesterday: Anne Fitzgerald from the Cork Animal Care Society unexpectedly passed away.

You might remember my two recent posts about the CACS.  Although I had spoken a few times to Anne on the phone, I only got to meet her in person ten days ago at the volunteers’ fair in Cork and had been in touch with her since.  They say that Anne was an inspiration and she was for me.  A few days after the fair, she sent a cry for help: she needed someone to foster two kittens as she needed space for some new-born kittens.  That’s how I offered to foster for Daz and Suds. 

Daz and Suds, two of the many kittens rescued by Anne

I again saw her a few days later as I met her in East Cork to go to collect a mother cat with her two-day old kittens at the vet and bring them back where they belonged (read the story here).  She had to go back the following day to collect that mum’s sister, who had been neutered.  She rang me that evening, she was happy.  The mum and her new-borns were doing well, her sister had been spayed and gone back to the garden where she belonged to and the sister’s four kittens were being rehomed by the vet and had had their sore eyes sorted.  A success story as she liked them.  Anne was also happy because the woman who had rung her about these cats insisted to pay the vet bill.  It was not a question of money, it was the fact that with it more kittens would be saved, but it was also a proof that some people cared and were ready to help making this world a better place for animals.  I’d like to imagine that she went away that night peacefully thinking that the animals could rely on other people to continue her work in helping the animals.

The new-born kitten we collected at the vet. These ones were lucky, they still had their mum. How often did Anne have to be the surrogate mother for less lucky kittens? (photo from the CACS facebook page)

Saying that Anne cared is not enough.  Anne was devoted to animals, she lived with them and for them.  No matter what time of the night, what day of the week, Anne was there for them.  She was always on the go, on her way to rescue distressed animals, and even when at home, she would never stop as she had so many kittens to care for.

When she stepped into my car on Friday, Anne was carrying a big cardboard box.  She turned to me with a smile and said: “do you want to see what I have here?”  Of course I did!  She opened the box and there was a tiny ginger kitten about two weeks old.  As I was driving, she got a bottle of cat milk out and syringe-fed the kitten who then went for a long nap while we were tending to the other cats and kittens.

Yes, Anne was an inspiration for all of us.  We won’t be able to replace her, but we must continue the amazing work she was doing by putting our efforts together.

This is my small tribute to Anne (read Albert’s wonderful tribute on the CACS website).  The last couple of days have been very sad for the animal world, but we must keep going on….

RIP Anne, you are sadly missed (photo, courtesy of Anne)

Fostering

Little did I know when I went to help recruit volunteers for the Cork Animal Care Society (read my post here) that I would end up fostering for them a few days later!  I already have four cats, so fostering kittens always seemed like an imposssibility. 

These last couple of days, updates from the CACS haven’t stopped, more kittens are coming in every day.  Some of them are very young and need intensive care: bottle-feeding new-born kittens is a hard job.  However, there is only so much space the current fosterers can offer.  They urgently needed a fosterer for two six-week old kittens so they could take in a new-born kitten and a two-week old kitten who needs to be bottle-fed.  A case of life or death.  What could I do? 

Of course I offered to help!  I am not working this week and the living room is unoccupied most of the time, so no excuse!  I can only look after them for a week as I’m going away to a conference next week, but at least it will leave a bit of time to find another fosterer.

Daz and Suds

Daz and Suds (named so because they love fresh laundry) arrived this afternoon and settled without any trouble.  They quickly went exploring their room and we had a lovely cuddle time together!

Wow! New toys!

Don’t they look like they already own the place?

 

This cushion has always been a favourite with kittens…

 

 

Helping animals

Yesterday, I finally got a chance to give a hand to my local animal rescue.  I love animals and I admire the work these associations do (you might remember my article last winter).  However, it is not always easy to help when you have either no money or little free time…  I was thus delighted to have at last the opportunity to give a hand.

The Cork Animal Care Society does a brilliant job.  Anne Fitzgerald, who is one of the main persons working for the association, has a golden heart and works non-stop to help and save the lives of our furry friends.  I am not exaggerating, between feeding the kittens and rescuing animals in trouble she does not really have time for herself.  She has devoted her life to animals.

Yesterday, there was a volunteer fair in Cork and the CACS had a stall there.  Our job was to explain the role of the association and recruit volunteers.  The CACS does not have a rescue site – although they have a sanctuary for feral cats – but there are many other ways to help.  The way they work is that the animals they rescue go to a foster home before being adopted.  This means that the animals are already trained to live in a house and the fosterers know them well, so they can go to a family suited for them.  What this means as well is that the CACS is constantly looking for fosterers, especially in this season when new kittens arrive everyday.  Of course, they are also looking for adoptive family; however, fostering can be a good experience for people who are not sure they can make the life commitment of adopting a pet.  They are also happy when people are able to make a donation (helping to the costs created by such a high number of rescued, and sometimes injured, animals), organise a fundraiser or even just offer a lift (to go to rescue an animal or bring one to the vet).  However, and most importantly you can help the association by being RESPONSIBLE and part of our job yesterday was also to raise awareness about animal rights and the importance of neutering, but also the responsibilities that owning a pet entail.  Let me tell you, this is the most difficult job and the reaction of certain people reinforced what I already thought about Irish society regarding animals, especially cats.

A stray mum with her four kittens, two of them are females who will themselves have a few litters; I let you do the maths!

Neutering is a big problem in Ireland and the number of stray cats swells every year.  This is a sad fact when you know that many of these animals suffer.  It is also an aggravating factor in the spread of diseases.  Thee was a time when I thought how nice it would be to get a female cat and let her have a litter and see the little ones growing up.  Then, I realised how selfish this was.  How could I be responsible for bringing more kittens into the world when so many are suffering and looking for a home?  Nonsense!  If you want to see kittens growing up, get involved as a fosterer as many families are rescued at a young age, some having even lost their mother and necessitating bottle-feeding (a hard job, I guarantee you – you might remember my own experience with Gypsy). 

However, Ireland is very backwards where cats are involved.  I believe this is because farming and fishing are still an important part of the economy.  Although I like this aspect in Ireland, I don’t like the mentalities associated with it.  Cats are not seen as pets in farms, but rather as helpers to keep the mice away.  This is fine to a certain extent, but people need to become sensibilised about the consequences of not neutering.  How often do you hear “Ah sure! They’re cats they’ll be fine!”  No, they won’t; they are animals and deserve to be treated with respect.

Among the arguments I heard yesterday, this one seems the most ridiculous: the man wouldn’t get his male cat neutered because he had had one before and had got him neutered thinking that would prevent him from roaming.  Soon after, the cat went wandering and got killed on the road.  Consequently, the man was putting the blame on the operation.  He wanted to adopt a female cat but said with conviction that he would not interfere: if she were spayed, fine; otherwise, he would let her like that.  Imagine what would happen the day the female would come back pregnant?  Probably drop her on the side of the road…

(By the way, any serious rescue will either neuter the animals before putting them up for adoption or make you sign a form requesting you to get the kitten/pup neutered as soon as he has reached the desired age.)

Cottage Rescue, another Irish association (from whom I adopted Kaos), posted these 10 worst excuses for not getting your pet neutered on Facebook.  It is a good summary of the attitudes of too many people around here:

‎1. Just one litter and then we’ll have Fluffy spayed.
(Studies show that virtually the entire pet overpopulation stems from the “just one litter mentality.)
2. My dog doesn’t run loose, so he doesn’t need to be Neutered.
(Murphy’s Law says o…therwise.)
3. We always find homes for the kittens.
(and that means that an equal number of kittens at the pound will be killed.)
4. I want the children to witness the miracle of birth.
(Rent a video.)
5. My dog is so cute and unique, there should be more of her.
(The shelters and pounds are full of cute and unique dogs, most with only a few days to live.)
6. It’s not natural.
(There hasn’t been anything “natural” about dogs since we began to develop breeds thousands of years ago.)
7. I just couldn’t look my dog in the eye if I had him castrated.
(Watch it, you’re anthropomorphizing.)
8. A female dog or cat should have at least one litter for health reasons.
(Medically, factually and ethically indefensible.)
9. Neutering my dog will make him fat and lazy.
(Too much food and not enough exercise make a dog fat and lazy.)
10. Neutering my pet will change its personality.
(The main influences on an animal’s personality are the kindness and care with which it is raised.)

 

Anne (CACS), John (ARAN) and a pup at the volunteer fair in Cork (Pic: courtesy of Anne)

I really enjoyed doing this yesterday.  Despite being confronted with such backward mentality, I also met people with genuine interest.  I was also glad to meet the like-minded people who were representing the CACS at the fair.  Amongst them was John Carmody.  John is the creator of the Animal Rights Action Network (Aran.ie) and he is a true lover and fighter for animal rights. 

For those who have read this blog before, you might have guessed that I am a bit wary of mass activism or any other big group movement.  I tend to be frightened by ideological messages and the potential power they might have.  However, their cause is good and I am endowed with judgement and can make my own opinion about their actions and which I want to support.  I tend to strongly believe in the impact one person can have around her (you know, every little bit counts and adds up), but I am also aware that a group is stronger than an individual and groups defending a good cause need all the support possible to make a difference.

I was only vaguely aware of ARAN, but listening to John talk made me realise what they do – I guess meeting a human being rather than seeing a name on a webpage had an impact on me (see, the power of individual interaction works!).  They defend all causes related to animal rights.  They organise events to raise awareness, such as talk in schools, but also take action to get their message across and provoke reaction.  One of their actions involved women wearing fur coats and lying on the pavement with blood on them; a shocking action to an atrocious crime.  As a result of one of their campaigns, one major department store in Ireland, Brown Thomas, stopped selling fur.  Other causes they defend include the massacre of seals and the exportation of greyhounds to China.  I have joined their network and will follow closely what they do in order to offer my support when I can (by the way, they welcome supporter from anywhere in the world).  If you want to learn more, take a look at their website and read this interview.

Overall, this was a productive day and I enjoyed doing something for a cause I truly believe in.  The CACS has a website and a page on Facebook where you can follow all their updates (although there are sometimes too many to be updated) and you will see that I am not lying when I say they do an incredible work.  Try to look for your own local rescue and see how you can help them (be careful, some are scams).  But most importantly, act as responsible human beings and treat the animals with kindness; they are more genuine than many human beings.

Cat library

Corentin Dombrecht is a belgian designer and he has created the perfect bookshelves for cat lovers.  Have a look:

Isn’t it cool?

It might create a bit of a fight in my house for who gets to occupy the cushy spot though, but I’m sure they would love it.

Would Tantrum fit as well as in his plastic box on top of the fridge?

Would Mischief be as elegant on it?

Would Kaos find it comfier than the sink?

Would Gypsy finally stop killing my plants?

Animal cruelty

This morning, I came across the following story of animal cruelty: forty horses and seven donkeys were found starving and freezing in a field not far from Cork.  In the field three carcasses were also found by the animal rescue people; those horses had been let to die.  Here is a link to an article on this story and here are some photos the rescue put up on its Facebook page.

Stories about abandoned animals pop up every day and a few people work on rescuing them and giving them a better life.  People buy animals because they are cute, but don’t take responsibility for them and, once it’s time to go on holidays, will just let them on the side of the road.  These are living beings and I see this as atrocious as killing people: the suffering of human and animal beings is too often afflicted by other human beings.  We are all residents of the planet Earth and we should respect what it gives to us, starting by other lives.

I am in touch with my local rescues, but I feel so powerless.  What can I do?  I already have four cats (three of them are rescued cats) and I can’t afford to spare more money to donate to those charities.  As always, I try to do what little is in my power and that consists mainly of spreading the word.

I find that in Ireland, attitude to animals is still quite backward.  There are still many farming communities who will see cats as useful to kill mice, but won’t hesitate to shoot a few if there are too many of them hanging around.  Laws of nature?  I do not think so.  I find it cruel to see all those cats reproducing and then suffering or being killed.

I know there are more important problems in the world.  However, I think that many of them stem for the same thing: something is wrong in human nature.

What about the bees?  This is another story I heard of this morning.  I do not know if you are aware of this, but bees are essential to our eco-system.  However, governments keep allowing the release pesticides that kill them.  What are we doing to our planet?  Seriously, can’t people realise that we are destroying it?  What are we going to leave to our children (although I don’t have any – there are enough people on this planet and not enough resources)?  Thus, today, I signed a petition in order to revoke the French decision of authorising the release of one of those pesticides.  If you feel concerned by this or other global issues, I would recommend that you have a look at the Avaaz website. 

And, as I am at it, I would like to remind you that the 26th of March is the day the Earth Hour will take place.  Time to think about what you can do to make a change and time to act!  Take the pledge!  In order to make the hour a bit longer this year, I will run a feature on this blog in the month preceding the event.  Everyday, I will write a post (there might even be a few guest posts) about tips and thoughts about the environment.  It is all about becoming aware and then acting.

Sorry for the long rant, but I can’t always keep quiet.

If any Irish readers come across this post, I list here a few animal rescues who do a great job: Cork Animal Care Society, Glansillagh Animal Rescue (Cork), Cottage Rescue (Tipperary), DAWG (Cork), The Donkey Sanctuary (Cork), the ISPCA, Galway Cat Rescue, Cork Cat Action Trust.

Gypsy

I was telling you last week how I rescued that young kitten.  Gypsy has now integrated the family.  She is doing really well.  She did not eat much at first, but I progressively managed to get her to eat full feeds and now she eats away.  I still bottle and syringe feed her but she has started eating from a saucer.  She is getting stronger and now goes walking around.  She also grooms herself, which is great at her young age.  I brought her to the vet today and he said she was in good health so I feel a bit more peaceful.  We are starting to get into a routine but she still takes up a lot of my time.  She needs a lot of comfort so cuddling times occupy an important part of the day.  She is really affectionate and sometimes I have the feeling she is grateful when she looks at me.  She chills out against me and starts purring; this is delightful.

I felt really lonely that night I rescued Gypsy (and wrote the previous post).  She did not look the best and I felt a bit helpless (my three cats were not helping me much!).  I am so glad she has grown stronger and now looks like a perfectly healthy kitten!

Gypsy on the first night drinking a few drops of milk.

280 grams of cuteness!

Bottle-feeding her is not an easy task and can take a lot of time.  At first, she would even fall asleep while eating!

Just asking to be loved…

Kitten rescue

Last night, when I arrived at work, I was called into the backyard because two kittens were apparently screaming my name.  So young and so cute, but no, I can’t take anymore cats, I already have three!

However, the kittens were in my mind and I was worried even though the mum was around.  I rang a rescue centre and was told not to worry if they weren’t whinging too much and the mum was looking after them; I should just keep an eye on them and make sure they were ok.

First thing I did when I got to work this evening was to check on them.  I then notice that the ginger fellow was much bigger than the tortoise-shell one; not a good sign.  Later on, I saw the ginger one feeding off the mum and even eating solid food while the other was crying.  She cried during the whole evening.  I don’t know if I made the right decision, but it seemed to me that the mum had given up on the weakest (that would be the second or third time she does that), so I took her home.

At this hour of the day (night), it was a bit difficult to find any food.  I was lucky a friend could give me a syringe and I drove into town and bought cat milk (the safest thing I could find at that time).  It took me ages before I managed to get her to swallow a few drops, I’ve warmed her up, I’ve cleaned her and now she is asleep.  I have the feeling the night is going to be long and I am already exhausted.  Let’s just hope she makes it through the night so I can bring her to the vet first thing in the morning.

I have rescued and rehomed a few cats before, but I have never had such a young kitten at home.  It’s a bit of a challenge.  If she survives, I have the feeling it will be hard to part with her and she might become the little one of the family.  But for now, fingers crossed!

The cat situation has become a bit of a problem.  I work in a small fishermen village and there are many wild cats.  Every year I see a few litters and more kittens than I can rehome are born.  It’s not much of a concern for the fishermen; cats are cats and we should let them be.  Each time though, it breaks my heart to see those kittens.  Spaying is expensive and I can’t afford to look after wild cats on top of my own cats.  After tonight though, I think I am going to contact a few friends who are animal lovers and see if we can raise enough funds to sort out the females.

Anyhow, time to get a bit of rest.  Keep your fingers crossed for her please!