Wednesday, February 29, 2012

Video: Oskar Loves Playing WIth the Plants!


Thursday, February 23, 2012

Adoption Stories From Around the Web and Around the World (Numbers 12, 13, and 14)!

Let me not waste any time; here are the next inspiring, heart-warming, and simply amazing stories!  If you would like to share yours, please e-mail it to

The first one is about a little trooper named One-Eyed Jack, sent in by Laura A.

"In early August of 2011, after 9 months off of work with a torn
shoulder, I received a call from a friend about her neighbor who had
found a kitten underneath a house. They had named him "Sneezy"
because he sneezed dozens of times a minute and it was clear he was in
poor shape. They did not have the financial means to care for this
kitten or the time to offer him the care he needed. It was apparent
from the beginning that this kitten needed a lot of help.

Sneezy was rejected by his mother and carried off to die. He had a
severe respiratory infection, burns on his legs from an unknown
origin, worms, ear mites, and worse of all, and eye that had fallen
from the socket and was profoundly infected. I agreed to foster him,
rehabilitate him, and fund raise for his care which is precisely what
I did. He weighed less than a pound upon arrival to my home and it
was late in the evening so I could not take him to the vet right away.
He was set up in a jumbo dog cage for his safety, but his screams to
lay with me did not go unheard, so into bed he came.

The following morning, I took him to the local vet where I was
displeased with the information I received and some apprehension about
how much help they would be, so he was promptly seen by another vet
who works on a different island-- a 3 hour ferry ride away. She
offered a more helpful and positive prognosis and started him on
medications. She advised me that "Sneezy" was just too small and sick
for surgery, not even weighing a pound and being 3 weeks old, so he
was sent home with me to start some rehabilitation at home.

He required around the clock attention and care. I was home-bound
with this new ball of fur because the adult kitties (Nala, Ninja, and
Zumez) played too rough with him if unsupervised. Sneezy could not
get onto the bed without help so if he awoke during the night to eat
and potty, he required supervision and assistance back onto the bed.
The days passed and his health slowly got better. He even stopped
sneezing, at which time, a friend recommended we name him "Captain
One-Eyed Jack" in honor of his upcoming eye removal surgery.

We fundraised online and throughout town to obtain the $450 needed to
remove his eye and there were enough donations leftover to pay for all
of his future shots he would need within the first year. We were
shocked to find donations come in as far away as Australia and all
over the United States. Jack still has his original facebook page,
"Ketchikan Rescues Sneezy" and it is still maintained daily. Slowly,
our little half-pound kitten grew to be two pounds and was flown to a
nearby island to undergo an eye removal surgery. The veterinarian
offered service with amazing compassion and offered us a complimentary
neuter as long as she was operating on him.

He returned several days later to complete his rehabilitation at home
until time came that I was told his sutures could come out. After 5
weeks of intensive care, love, attention, and medication, the time
came for "Jack" to go back to his original owners. I was beside
myself after developing such a close bond with this kitten. I did my
best to compose myself and return him but it was no worse than losing
a child after the time we spent together.

After a week in his original home, he was returned to us after
discovering the home was still not equipped to offer him the care he
still needed. Today, Jack is just over 6 months old, 12.5 pounds, and
has a healthy appetite for adventure and love."

This is the first photo that was semi-not stomach wretching to look
at. It was much worse.

Jack needed frequent baths, as all kittens might.

This photo was right before his surgery when they could remove the
remaining dead tissue.

Jack recovering after his surgery with fellow tabby, Zumez.

Jack in January, weighing in over 12 pounds. His fur is dark
underneath his "missing" eye because he maintains problems with his
tear duct. He will be having surgery on that if necessary in April.
He is waiting for his vet who is on a different island to open a
practice here so he doesn't have to fly or ride the ferry again.

The second story was sent in by Jessica S., and as you will see, it's actually in four parts!

"All 4 of my babies are special in some way. Although not one of them has a major physical problem, they all have something that makes them very unique. I know we all say our pets are unique but even our friends have said we have a unique collection of pets.
Our oldest is Miss Priss, still going strong at 14 years young! She came to me because my son asked for a cat. Although we weren't supposed to have pets, I gave in. I looked in the paper and found a woman who was moving to take care of her sister and had to give up her animals. Prissy was this little tiny thing that looked less than a year old. I was quite surprised to discover she was fixed, declawed, and 2 1/2 years old. The cats I have always seen gained weight when they were spayed or neutered. To this day she is 5 lbs and loves cheese. The vet gave us the go ahead to let her eat anything she wants to try to get her to 6 lbs. Maybe when she stops sleeping on top of hangers in the closet or on top of the bookcase she will gain weight :)"

"Mystic aka Mysticalbutt was adopted from a local no kill shelter. She was born there and came to my attention from my vet. At 4 mos old she had never been socialized. She is now 12 years old and although she still runs when we enter a room most times, she will come to us to be petted and on the rare occasion will get on a lap. This picture was taken without a zoom when she decided she needed love!"

"We then have the one boy in our clan, Val Entino. He was adopted from another local no kill shelter. For some reason when people heard of a flame point siamese, they shied away from our boy. He is a bit tempermental and is cross eyed as many siamese can be. He has been our big boy for 8 years and is about 10 years old now. Supposedly he was full grown and weighed in at 7 1/2 lbs. He is now a whopping 15 lbs and has doubled in length as well. Being mildly cross eyed he cannot see the water dish well and will bump it to make the water splash so he knows where it is so he can drink. He also like most cats needs box rehab and the bigger the box the better."

"Our most touching tale is of the kitten found in the freezing rain Jan 2007. My husband was working at a nursing home and was taking the trash out and going outside for breaks. This tiny kitten kept coming almost up to him and then running. When he was leaving for the day (6:30 in the morning) the kitten came up to him again and let him pick her up. He saw the ice crystals in her fur, saw the singed fur from where she had leaned against something to keep warm. He brought her home and set her up in our spare bathroom, with the intent that on his next day off we would drive 1 hour to take her to the Humane Society, as we already had 6 pets, 3 cats and 3 ferrets. Her cries were so pitiful that she of course attracted the attention of our other cats and they immediately began crying as well. By the time his day off came around, she had been dewormed, bathed, and introduced to her new family. Her name is Serae and she is our puppy cat. Due to her rough start, she has abandonment issues and follows me around everywhere. I cannot close a door or she cries. She has her own pillow on our bed, Amazingly that is the only issue she has."

The last adoption tale of the night is about a little munchkin named Myrtle.  It was shared by Cherisse F. from Idaho.

"Myrtle was found as a stray on the streets and brought into the Canyon County Animal Shelter in Caldwell, ID. ironically, this is my place of work and I happened to be working the day that she was brought in. I have a special place in my heart for special needs felines, and when I saw Myrtle I couldnt resist taking her home. She does have a very unique look. She is most likely the result of inbreeding or poor breeding of a munchkin breed cat. She does have some obvious physical deformities, including shortened front and back legs, a pallet disorder, cranial deformity and the inability to eat solid foods.. but with her feisty personality, she sure doesnt act like anything other than a normal cat.
She is now approaching 1 year old in the next few months, and weighs in at 3.5-4 lbs. she stands just shy of 5 inches high, and is no bigger than a 4 month old kitten.
Myrtle is such a joy to have around.. she learned very quickly how to jump onto the couch and relishes those sunny afternoons where she can bask in the sun by the back door. She also loves to play with other kittens her size, and LOVES my Husky mix Sammara.
I hope to have Myrtle for many years, but however long I do have her, she will be showered with love and a warm place to lay her head..."

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Let's Find Peri the Blind Kitten a Forever Home! (Updated)

Below is a request from a very dedicated animal lover named Rasheno, who contacted us all the way from Oman in an effort to provide the best possible future home for a wonderful blind kitten named Peri. Instead of paraphrasing our correspondence, I will just post the original e-mails that will give you a background on the situation.

“I follow Oskar's FB page and Blog as Lucy-The Blind Cat. I am Lucy's caretaker.

We have recently accepted a new foster kitty into the home. Peri is fully blind. He was living on the streets here in Muscat, Oman. He was found by an expat lady who feeds the trash container cats here in Muscat. We cannot understand how he could have survived all this time being blind. He is so very fortunate as we are for finding him.

As you know, it is difficult homing blind cats, especially since he is not a small cute kitten. For this reason, I would like to ask for your assistance. I am not sure if you will be able to help me re-home Peri or not. We have fundraiser here so we can raise money to send Peri to the states. The procedures are easy for cats leaving Oman. We can pay for all his paperwork, vaccination and processing. I can try to do an online fundraiser to gather money to pay for his transport in case we don't find a volunteer to bring him to the states. This will not be the first time we are sending cats or dogs overseas. There is a limited number of animal loving expats here in Oman so we find ourselves getting creative in finding people who will adopt our homeless animals. We have sent both dogs and cats to Canada, Spain and America among other places. Another problem is that we don't even have a homeless pets shelter. Many have been trying for over 8 years to get government approval, still no luck. Most of the time people like me foster cats or dogs till we find someone to adopt them. Other times we have to just catch, neuter/spay and release. It is tough for homeless pets here in Oman. In the Summer the temps can go over 100F. It is mostly sand so animals can't find places to hide and find shelter. The average lifespan for a cat is 5-6 years max. We are all doing the best we can, the few of us doing anything.

Here are some of our FB pages that we use to help animals here: (Pet Sitting Oman) (Oman Cat-astrophe) (Oman Animal Adoption and Fostering) (this is my home pet sitting FB page)

In conclusion, if you can think of a way we can help Peri, I would be ever grateful. I cannot keep him myself because I have three which are rescues off the streets. Of those three, Lucy who is blind and was abandoned in a shoe box on the side of the desert, does not do well with new cats. She gets very stressed out and becomes neurotic. She starts pacing in circles. So, three is all I can take care of now.

We will do what we can to find Peri a new home here. But if we can send him to the states we can also be sure that whoever adopts him will not dump him when they leave Oman. That is another problem we have. Many expats dump their pets when their contracts finish and they leave Oman. It is awful since so many of them are making so much money, most of the time tax free.”


“I will have new pictures for Peri after his eye surgery on the 29th. They have to perform this procedure so that he doesn't get infections later. His type of blindness is different from my Lucy so this is all new to me. The vet works with the rescue group and his surgery will be paid for. He will stay with me till he has recouped from his surgery.

A professional photographer has also volunteered to take pro pics of him. This is so important since he doesn't have eyes to convey his sweet nature. I can say that I have never in all my life of living with cats, that would be over 30+ years, come across a cat as sweet and affectionate as Peri. He is very vocal too, of course.”

I personally feel that getting Peri to the United States and into a safe and caring home is an achievable goal, as well as a testament to the fact that borders are a human concept that should never stand in the way of the love and respect that animals deserve. If you feel that you are a right match for Peri (regardless of where you live), please reach out to Rasheno at this e-mail address:


Here is a link to Peri's Fund page:

Here are a few new Peri photos too!

Video: Oskar & Klaus, the Door Greeters

We are always so excited to come home, especially since Oskar and Klaus welcome us in!

Adoption Stories From Around the Web and Around the World (Numbers 9, 10, and 11)!

Here are three more amazing stories about adopting animals that need just a little extra help!  We post the stories just as they are written, and if you have one to share, just e-mail it to!

The first story is a tribute to a very special cat named Sammy, sent in by Karel B. from Florida.

"One night in late July, 2005, when I went to put the food out for the strays, this pathetic creature came charging up to the food bowl. He was so skinny I could count his ribs. He limped, badly, but he was so hungry he almost fell into the bowl. He saw me and ran off. Or rather, he hopped off.. as fast as three legs could carry him.

I walked the complex all that night, trying to find him. He was so wasted that I was afraid he wouldn't last another day. I never found him that night.

I kept looking for him, but days went by and I was certain that he was dead. Then, one morning, there he was! Stumbling, eyes crazy and so hungry! I put out wet food for him and he ate and ate, not caring that I was there. When he took a breather, I scooped him up and brought him inside. I was afraid he might have rabies or something, so I put him in the bathroom... with LOTS of food and water.

I called my friend Paul and asked for a ride to the vet's office. The vet said he had a dislocated shoulder that couldn't be fixed. It had been that way too long. The only thing they could do was to amputate it. No way... I couldn't afford that even if it was an option. I left him there to be neutered and given his shots. The vet said that other than being starved and probably kicked, he was free of any major diseases.

I brought him home the next day, let him out of the carrier and he shot through the door as fast as a bullet. Well... if he wants to come back, he'll know where the food is, I thought. At least he's been neutered and had his vaccinations.

I kept putting food out every night. I didn't see him, but the huge bowl of dry food would be gone, so I hoped he was eating it. Then, one morning, I was out early and saw him. He was leaning up against the wall for support and was trying to walk on only his two right legs. He wasn't using either one of his left ones! He would fall down and scoot across the concrete to reach the food bowl.

That did it. I picked the creature up and brought him inside. I put him in my bedroom. He promptly limped and crawled into the cabinet of my bedside table, so I fixed him some food and water right outside the doors. The litter box is in the bedroom too, so he had everything he needed right there. I also fixed up the cabinet with clean towels to make it softer for him.

By the next day he had become used to me and would let me pick him up to examine his back foot. It was badly infected.. abscessed. He needed go back to the vet.

He couldn't walk at all. All he could do was scoot. I carried him to the litter box, to his food bowl and back to bed every few hours that first day. The second day off to the vet he went.

By the fourth day of antibiotics, he could almost walk again. (this carrying him was getting old for both of us!) He was still so scared that he wouldn't come out of the cupboard. I started calling him my Cupboard Cat!

I named him Samson because he was so strong. It just seemed to fit him, so he became Sammy. He likes that name.

He never lets go of me. Not if he can help it anyway. Every day he would get stronger and stronger and he'd go hippety-hop anywhere I was. And he'd chatter up a storm! Non-stop telling me what, I don't know, but he sure talks!

And then one day a little miracle happened. He put his left foot down!! And every third step he'd put a little weight on it!! This was a first! There he stood, so proud of himself!!

I can sure tell you they must have heard me scream with joy all the way in Tallahassee!

Now he's my little flirt. He still stays in the bedroom, but always on my bed. He doesn't mix with the others yet, but I'm hoping that one day he will. He lays on the bed so he can watch me on the computer - and so he knows when I'm getting ready to feed the hoard."

This is Sammy when I first saw him.

Now who could resist this little guy??

Next we have the tale of Penny the Blind Cat sent in by Jocelyn L. from Chicago.  Penny is also on the web at

"Penny came into my life in February 2009. I was living in a studio apartment and decided that since I probably couldn't have a pet, I would volunteer at a local no-kill shelter, Red Door in Chicago. The day I got there I met Penny, who back then went by Charisma (we'll get to that later...). I explained how I didn't think I could have pets because of limited space, and the very lovely volunteers thought this would be a great opportunity to find a home for Charisma. She didn't do well with other cats, and had been at the shelter for about 5 years. They guessed she was about 9 years old when I first met her. She was not having a good time. So I meet Charisma, and I can see why. She was blind, and had no eyes. She was apparently already blind when she arrived at the shelter and her eyes were very infected, and her eyes were removed. She was also front declawed and living in the shelter with cats who probably just wanted to play with her, but it stressed her out. She had scabs on her head, back and side from scratching herself. Charisma was pretty defenseless.

So...what a perfect fit! I had a small place, no children, no other pets, perfect for Charisma. The shelter was nice enough to let me foster her and she if she was well suited to me before I full on adopted her. I remember disctinctly sitting down next to her at the shelter, telling her I was going to take her home and to see if she liked it. And she bit me! Undeterred, I took her home. I did not like the name Charisma (I thought it sounded like a stripper), so I renamed her Penny. At first Penny would not stop talking! Now we lovingly refer to it as her "singing". The first night she jumped up on the couch, and she had no problem finding her litterbox and food. She slowly began getting more acclimated to me, sitting on my lap, purring, and kneading my belly. She would jump on the bed with me, and sleep right next to me. After a few months, this turned into sleeping ON me, which she still does. Penny is having the time of her life in her kitty retirement home, making new friends, wearing crazy sunglasses, letting The Strange Man (my boyfriend Tim, as she refers to him on her Facebook page) take care of her, and finding the warmest spots in the condo to curl up and nap."

The last story today is a tribute to beautiful Miss Kitty, sent in by Stacy H. from Oklahoma City.

"Miss Kitty, she was something special. My husband found her outside our home early one morning, both eyes were infected and along with both ears and her sinuses. Being a nurse, I brought home some pediatric antibiotics and immediately got her started on them so hopefully she would survive. She was so small she fit in the palm of my hand and had to be bottled fed, the vet thought she was less than 7 days old when we found her. She eventually lost one of her eyes due to the infection and the one eye she did have she could not see out of very well, but that never slowed her down! I was not a cat person before Miss Kitty, but she transformed me into a lover of cats. Miss Kitty was with us for 6 years, 6 years she may have never had, had my husband not picked her up out of our front yard that one fateful morning."