Tomasita

Meet Tomasita. Tomasita may be gorgeous but she's no girly girl. She's a strong, spirited gal who loves to show off her feisty side. But beneath her tough exterior, Tomasita is a gentle soul who enjoys a good head-scratching and petting just as much as the next cat.

Our Tomasita longs to be loved! Sit down beside her and she might just crawl up on your legs or lap for a nice, long cat nap. Or maybe she's in the mood for a game. Tomasita loves to play! She goes wild for a feather-on-a-wand toy. She spent plenty of time hunting down birds while she was a stray.

Now Tomasita is ready for you to supply the cat food. In a comfortable home without the distraction of so many other cats around, Tomasita is ready to blossom into your calm and loving feline friend. For more information about her, call our shelter at 651.642.5900 ext. 3 or visit her Petfinder Page.

The many faces of Thomasita!

In Memory of Hooch

Earlier this week, we received the sad news that Hooch (formerly Mooch) recently passed away. Hooch lived at our shelter for quite some time before finding the perfect home. Our condolences go out to all who knew and loved Hooch, including his best cat buddy, Jack, who was also adopted from Feline Rescue.

Jack (L) & Hooch (R)

It is with great sadness that I am informing you that one of your former cats Hooch (formerly Mooch) passed away from aortic thromboembolism (saddle thrombus) on Friday night. Hooch, an FIV+ cat was adopted by my friend Alicia Nolfi about 1.5 yrs ago. He met the love of his life Jack(who was also adopted from your facility) and they were inseparable (see pic). I believe he had the best 1.5yrs of his life... he was loved and transformed into an amazing and beautiful cat and he will be greatly missed.

The Tree Family: Part Four

This is the fourth installment in "The Tree Family" series. Their story is an example of dedication and perseverance, and we hope you enjoy it. For the begining of the story, please read here.

Miss Fluffy glared at us from the chamber inside the tree, but there were no kittens in view. Once again, a quick decision was required. Guided by an old saying (“A cat in the hand is worth an unknown number of kittens in the tree, and we don’t need her out crossing busy streets anymore now that we know where the kittens are”), we scruffed Miss Fluffy out of the tree and took her back to her waiting kennel.

The tree is in the front yard of a house surrounded by apartment buildings. A conservative estimate would be that it can be seen from the windows of 50 families. It’s hard to imagine what they thought of our visits to the tree, every several hours around the clock, for the next several days. We would approach the tree, make a quick grab into the hole, feel around for a minute or so, and then leave empty handed. We were encouraged, however, by the disappearance (in kitten-sized portions) of the food we placed in the chamber, by the skittering sounds we could often hear inside the tree during our unsuccessful attempts, and by one or two more brief kitten-butt sightings.

Most encouraging of all, of course, was that we occasionally laid a hand on the kitten(s), even though we couldn’t catch it/them. The chamber which appeared at first to be simply circular actually had many side cavities, big enough for a kitten to hide in but not reachable from the hole. My forearm accumulated a large number of wounds as I groped in the splintery bowels of the tree. We began to refer to it as Kitty Fortress.

(Even as we visited the tree, we continued to work the porch as well, trapping one more adult cat, another female, with the same markings. This cat, eventually named “TM,” turned out to be the last one coming to the feeding station under the porch.)

"TM" shortly after capture

At 12:30am on Day 25, we heard skittering as I reached in the tree. I grabbed everywhere I could, coming up empty handed, then made a second pass through the space. At the highest point of the sweep, my fingers closed around something soft, and the tree yielded a small, furry bundle of noise with a strong resemblance to all three adults. We stashed Willow in a pillow case and brought him home to the waiting carrier, then took him to join Miss Fluffy. Their reunion was everything we hoped it would be.

Willow

At 9:15am on Day 25, we touched another kitten in the tree. We had been advised that Miss Fluffy’s two active nursing sites “probably” meant two kittens, but this was the first time we could know for sure that there were at least two kittens. We kept trying all day, but Kitten #2 was simply too fast for us. At 11:30pm, we finally got lucky and grabbed a kitten scruff, and out came Acorn, a spunky dilute calico who turned out to be generally more adventurous than her brother. It had been just over 24 days since we first met Miss Fluffy.

Acorn

Acorn & Willow, brother and sister

Epilogue: We continued search-and-grab operations, along with food monitoring, at the tree for several more days to confirm that no more kittens remained. Willow and Acorn were judged to be about six weeks old when captured on Day 25. This would mean that they would have been no more than three weeks old when they survived without their mother for two days and three nights in early April, when light snow was still coming down some days. It’s clear that Miss Fluffy made a good choice when she picked Kitty Fortress to raise her family. Mom and both kittens passed their initial vet checkups with no major issues noted, and they are now in the Feline Rescue foster system. Now that we know that he’s a boy, Willow is trying to decide whether he’d prefer to be called Willy. Tom and Mary have declared their retirement from cat rescue—at least for now—and are happily cleaning litter boxes once again.

Acknowledgments: Thanks to our many Feline Rescue advisers and coaches (including Nancy, Claudia, Vickie, Cathy, and Janet) and cheerleaders (Kate, Deb, Mona, Sue, and others) in this effort; to our newly met neighbors, including Brian, Cody, Connor, and Tim; and to Pouncer, for putting up with all this nonsense and coming and going in the middle of the night. (If we omitted anyone, it’s probably just because we were too sleepy at the time to remember.)

The Tree Family: Part Three

This is the third installment in "The Tree Family" series. We will be running their story over the next few days. Their story is an example of dedication and perseverance, and we hope you enjoy it.

For the begining of the story, please read here.

Our expert looked at our catch for a while, then delivered her opinion: “I don’t think this is the same cat.”

We couldn’t believe it—didn’t believe it—at first. We compared pictures we had taken of Miss Fluffy on Day One to the angry kennel resident in front of us. The markings were the same, but slowly, a few differences emerged to bolster the initial suspicions: A dark spot on the nose that didn’t seem to be just dirt. A broader face and shorter fur. The most telling difference was in demeanor. We couldn’t really get near enough to check out the nursing situation directly, but when this cat climbed the kennel walls, it was easy to see that there were no active nipples. (In fact, the belly view seemed to suggest that this cat didn’t exactly have the right equipment even to be a mother.) Finally, we were forced to accept that we had not captured Miss Fluffy after all. We named him Mr. X (for being a master of impersonation).

Mr. X (Miss Fluffy imposter)

(We can’t disagree with those who found it somewhat amusing that we caught the wrong cat and didn’t even realize it. However, in our defense, it should be noted that nobody expected us to catch a different cat with such similar markings. The pictures look different enough, side by side, but under a porch at midnight, after a week of sleep deprivation, it had been easy enough to believe it was the same cat.)

So, on Day 18, we resumed feeding under the porch. Sure enough, food disappeared that night. The hunt for Miss Fluffy was on again.

At 1:30am on Day 20, Miss Fluffy (really, we promise!) was in the trap, not entirely happy, but still friendly. That was the good news. The complicating news was that she was still nursing from the same two active nipples we’d seen originally. And now, we had a pretty good guess about what the kittens might look like.

We tried again to get Miss Fluffy to lead us to her kittens, but she slipped her harness even more quickly than she had the first time and disappeared into the back yards of our block. This was another low moment, but we resumed feeding under the neighbors’ porch.

On the night of Day 22, we were a little late getting out to the porch with food, and Miss Fluffy was already there. When she saw us, she ran away. We followed from a distance as she headed toward the busiest street in our neighborhood—and, much to our dismay, crossed it. She continued on for another block and then sat down in a front yard, calmly grooming herself as we watched from across the street. After several minutes, she got up and sauntered a few feet to a large, mostly dead tree in the yard. Then she jumped up and disappeared into a hole in the tree, just a few feet off the ground.

It seemed clear from Miss Fluffy’s behavior that she already knew the hole was there and that she’d fit into it, and so we felt we had found another of her hangouts. But we couldn’t think of anything to do without risking scaring her back across the busy street, and so we withdrew for the rest of the night. All the cats we dreamt of were dodging cars.

Day 23 started with meeting some more neighbors: Hi, you’ve never seen us before in your life, but we think there’s a cat and maybe some kittens in this tree in your front yard and would it be OK if we just looked for them for a little bit? It won’t take us long—after all, we’ve only been working on this for more than three weeks so far...

Fortunately, these neighbors were also supportive of our improbable mission, and so we approached the tree. Peering into the hole, we could see a flat-bottomed cavity, about 18 inches in diameter. In an instant, three weeks of worry and lost sleep were swept away by a fleeting glimpse of a furry little kitten bottom disappearing into the unreachable parts of the tree. We had found the kitten den. Since we couldn’t reach the kitten we had seen, we needed some time to plan our next move. As we walked away, however, Miss Fluffy appeared on the scene from somewhere. We approached her, but she hopped into the hole again. After waiting several minutes, we walked confidently to the tree, ready to reach in to collect the nursing kittens and bring the entire story to a happy conclusion. But this, too, was not to be.

......to be continued on 5/29/08.....be sure to come back tomorrow for the conclusion!

The Tree Family: Part Two

This is the second installment in "The Tree Family" series. We will be running their story over the next few days. Their story is an example of dedication and perseverance, and we hope you enjoy it.

By Tom & Mary, Feline Rescue Volunteers

We never intended to become cat rescuers. All we wanted to do was to clean litter boxes at the shelter, and for several months, our plan seemed to be working perfectly. But that all changed the night we came back from work and saw Miss Fluffy in our yard.

At the time, she had her face buried in a can of cat food. Our neighbor explained that the cat was a hungry stray. He had gotten her some food while he tried to determine if she was the one whose owner had posted lost-cat signs about in our neighborhood. (Not the same cat, it turned out, and our neighbor had no plan for taking this cat in himself.) She was downing the food rapidly, and the can would soon be empty. We had to make a decision quickly: Pick up a cat we had no place to keep ourselves, or let her finish her meal and wander off into the night?

OK; so there really was only one option. Soon Miss Fluffy (a “placeholder” name we never meant to become permanent) was safely kenneled. It was the evening of April 8, 2008: Day One.

Miss Fluffy seemed content in her new home. She was very friendly, the kind of rub-against-you-and-purr cat that wins human hearts in an instant. We don’t know all that much about cats, but we can tell when one is happy. She was eating well and taking good care of herself, remarkably clean for a cat apparently living outside.

On Day Four, one of our more experienced colleagues got a good look at Miss Fluffy and delivered some important news: Miss Fluffy was a nursing mother, and we had kept her away from her kittens for about two and a half days at this point.

A decision was made quickly to try to find the kittens with Miss Fluffy’s help. We brought her back to where we’d found her, letting her out on a harness and long leash and hoping that she’d lead us to her family. No such luck. After leading us on a cat’s-eye tour of our neighborhood (around houses, through several bushes, and under a couple of porches), she slipped from her harness and escaped.

We were devastated. Not only had our inexperience deprived kittens of their mother, perhaps dooming them, but now we had lost Miss Fluffy as well. Our Feline Rescue mentors assured us that there was yet a chance the kittens had survived her absence, and that we should try to feed Miss Fluffy where we had last seen her.

Soon we had a regular schedule of putting out food under the porch of a house on our block in the Seward neighborhood of Minneapolis, close to where we had last seen Miss Fluffy. We hadn’t really met these neighbors, a bunch of college guys, before now, but they were thankfully supportive of our project. By Day Five, it was clear that someone was eating the food we were putting out, and on Day Six, we thought we caught a glimpse of Miss Fluffy from a distance.

On Day 12, it was decided that we should capture Miss Fluffy again to see whether she was still showing signs of nursing. We were glad to try to get her off the street again, though we feared that we’d find she’d had no kittens left to go back to after our earlier separation of her from her family.

Our mentors outfitted us with a live trap, and we placed it under the porch that evening. The food we had been putting out was disappearing so regularly (and so fast) that we figured it was a sure bet we’d nab her on the first night.

Running a cat-trapping operation is not as simple as we had originally pictured. The trap itself is rather big and awkward, and the space under the porch was not very large. Placing the trap was dirty work, and we wanted to minimize attention from others in the neighborhood, not an easy thing to do when you are sprawled out under a porch that faces the street. Once the trap is in place, you really want to monitor it frequently to avoid having the cat stay in the trap too long. Since the food we’d been placing was being eaten only at night, this meant getting up every few hours overnight to check the trap next door. When we did sleep, we dreamt only of cats.

Miss Fluffy did not allow herself to be trapped the night of Day 12. Or Day 13. Or Day 14. Or Day 15. Or Day 16. Nights of interrupted sleep were taking their toll on us. We had no more sightings of Miss Fluffy to even assure us that the food that continued to disappear was being eaten by her.

Finally, close to midnight on Day 17, our flashlight was met by glowing eyes in the trap, and we saw Miss Fluffy’s distinctive black-and-white face for the first time in nearly two weeks. She was angry, hissing at us as we transferred her from the trap to a carrier, and much dirtier than before. Otherwise, she seemed to be in pretty good shape, exerting herself with great strength and even having put on quite a bit of weight.

The next morning, we awoke after six hours of uninterrupted sleep, jubilant at our accomplishment. We had begun to worry that our colleagues had been losing faith in our ability to capture this cat, and we felt relieved, even vindicated. We rushed in to get the verdict on whether Miss Fluffy was still nursing

......to be continued...click here for the next installment.

Simon

Simon is not a Feline Rescue Cat; he's a cat my Mom met on a recent trip to Scotland, sleeping on a chair in a castle.

I should say, apparently sleeping, because after a few close looks during which no movement was detected she picked him up and discovered he was a tiny war memorial, with an information sticker underneath.

The label explained that his name was Simon, and that he is the only cat to have been awarded the PDSA Dickin Medal. Somewhere I read (or imagined) that this award was named after the gentle, animal-loving Yorkshire character in the Frances Hodgkin Burnett story The Secret Garden, as was our gentle Dicken, with his deformed feet. But no, it's simply named after the founder of the British PDSA, originally the "People's Dispensary for the Sick Animals of the Poor," Maria Dickin.

Simon was a Navy cat in Hong Kong and Malaysia during the "interwar" period after World War II. After having been gravely wounded himself when his ship came under attack, he spent his convalescence comforting other seamen in sick bay, and dispatching the burgeoning rat population. His story is fascinating, and I recommend you visit this detailed story of his life, including multiple photos and report of first-person descriptions. Also check out more photos, and the story of the Amethyst, Simon's ship.

We are not surprised to see that the most highly decorated feline in the English-speaking word is a feisty tuxedo cat, but I doubt Simon has any more extra-special qualities than does the next cat. Sometimes the worst of circumstances bring out the best of qualities, and with it the opportunity to be recognized and an inspiration to others in similar circumstances.

Send some purrs and prayers and thanks to others who have served, and maybe something more tangible to those who are still in harms way this Memorial Day.

Sponsor Me: Isaiah

Isaiah is frequently the foundation of a group of snuggling cats. Rachel and the sisters Daisy Mae and Buttercup frequently pile around Isaiah in a cat bed or cardboard box, as does Snickers, or Duke and Riley. Whichever cats are snuggled around Isaiah, he is very sensitive to and protective of their comfort. Human friends know that at the slightest sign of discomfort from a cat snuggled with Isaiah, he will warn the intruding human with a hiss or swat.

Although Isaiah tends to retreat when a human enters his room, he does enjoy human attention. On occasion, he seeks and relishes a thorough brushing. He also enjoys head petting and chin scratching. However, he may be satisfied simply with human companionship and daily interaction. So come say hello and meet the teddy bear of the shy cat room.

Isaiah still yearns for his forever home. He seeks a quiet gentle adult human or two who will respect his complex napping schedule. He also would much appreciate a view of outdoor life, whether traffic, birds and animals, people, the sky, or rays of sunlight. However, most important to Isaiah would be the company of at least one of his feline friends. To ease the transition to a new environment prospective adopters will need to establish a friendship with Isaiah prior to his adoption.

While Isaiah continues to await his special person, fans can sponsor him for just $30. Recipients of sponsorships receive a photo and biographical sketch.

Donating to Feline Rescue's sponsorship program is a great way to support our mission. Remember, sponsorships make wonderful gifts! Download this form to sponsor Isaiah and/or one of his feline friends. To see other cats available for sponsorship, click here.

Raja

Raja is frequently misunderstood: she loves people but hates other cats. Unfortunately, she isoften overlooked for adoption because she doesn't show well around other cats. Living in a shelter has been very difficult for Raja: there are no rooms from which she can't see cats. But she has always been loving with volunteers who give her individualized attention. Raja recently moved to a more isolated room where access to other cats is limited, and the change in her personality was apparent immediatley. She's become the ultimate lap cat and even likes to play!

It's best to visit Raja before any other cat at the shelter. Her nose knows when you have been with another cat: she will sniff your hands and clothes to determine your loyalty! She will love you if you are loyal and dismiss your invitations if you are not. It's always a good idea to wash your hands thoroughly before visiting her.

So take another look at Raja. She's a sweet, older lady who has put up with all the youngsters here at Feline Rescue long enough! She deserves a happy home of her own. For more information about Raja, please call our shelter at 651.642.5900 ext. 3, or visit her Petfinder Page.

Fostering is Fun!

We have a brand new foster caregiver, P, and she has taken on the challenge of five motherless kittens.

These kittens had been observed for a while with their mother in someone's backyard but then the mother cat disappeared and only the kittens remained. Two kittens also disappeared for a couple of days, but returned and the people decided it was time to get them all some help.

P is new to fostering, but she loves animals and has lots of experience caring for them. She has two beagles and four cats. Three of her cats are from Feline Rescue, so it was a great chance to check in on Felix & Pierre (formerly Lewis & Clark at my house) and Nellie (formerly Gigi at S's house).

Fortunately, the kittens are very friendly and good eaters of cat food already, even though they are only about five weeks old. The

biggest problem is telling them apart! All five are brown tabbies and just one has white trim. Of the other four, one is a boy, but the three girls are pretty much identical. I visited and I can confirm that they are very cute and FULL OF ENERGY!

P says: The little guy with the white trim is Dominic – He’s the shyest. The other boy is Jacques – He’s the smallest. One of the girls is Nadine – She’s the boldest. Coco follows Nadine. If Nadine is the first over the fence, Coco is the second. And then there’s Lexie – She’s just plain old sweet and not quite as brave as her sisters.
The only way I can identify the girls is through their personalities. If they change in any way, I won’t be able to tell them apart at all and I’m kind of guessing now!

There’s one thing I’ve learned. It’s not easy taking photos of five active kittens. I can’t swear these photos include all five. Dominic, the little guy trimmed in white, has a knack for squirming out of camera range.

Two of the little girls can now get out of the pen. And back in, I’ve discovered. I heard that when these guys were living outside, two of the kittens disappeared for awhile. I bet I can tell you which ones!

Aren’t they adorable?

Lady Lucy & Lance

UPDATE 6/17/08: These two lucky kitties were adopted together!!! Congratulations Lady Lucy & Lance!

Lady Lucy and Lance are a stunning mother-son duo. Lady Lucy was brought to our shelter last fall with her two nursing kittens, Lance and Lacy. Being the good mother that she is, she also adopted two orphan kittens that needed a mama and nursed them right along with her own kittens.

Everyone has been adopted except Lucy and Lance. They're an incredibly striking pair of tabbies. Lance is now about nine months old, and Lucy is a little under two. Even though Lucy is done mothering Lance, they still sleep together and she grooms him. They're both very friendly, gentle, and loving cats. Lance even likes to play fetch! They've been raised in an active home with four kids, so they should adapt to most households. If you'd like to hear more about them, please call our foster coordinator, Cathy, at 651.230.3263.

Lance	Lady Lucy

The Odd Couple

Meet Richelle and Holly! Richelle is the round-faced tortie and Holly is the sharp-dressed tuxedo cat.

Holly became my foster kitten just before Christmas, so that's how she got her name. She was found all alone in the middle of nowhere. A nice young man found her and took her to his local Animal Control, but he was panicked when he found out she would be euthanized if she wasn't claimed. He called Feline Rescue and I went to get her. She is a very shy kitty, so she has been living in my bedroom isolated from the other cats. She is smart and playful and very cute.

Richelle (or Rikki) came along a couple of months later. She was found as a stray in the city and friendly as could be, but she is also living in my bedroom because my resident cats decided that they liked to pick on her. Living on the streets was tough on her. She had terrible ear mites and had scratched her right ear until it was bloodied. The mites are long gone, but that ear still turns out a little giving her some extra personality.

I wasn't sure how this roommate situation would work out for Holly, but over time they have become great friends. They play together like mad which keeps Holly happy and Rikki gets to mother Holly which keeps Rikki happy. They sleep together in their little bed at night. I think it looks like a little boat with them snuggled up so comfy.

I'd love to see them go to a home together since they have this special bond, but the adopters would have to understand that Holly may never be a lap cat. Rikki, on the other hand, LOVES all the attention and petting and cuddling she can get.

Please consider adopting this special pair!

Upcoming Feline Rescue Events

Stop by and see us at the St. Anthony Park Arts Festival!

Saturday, June 7, 2008

9:30-5:30

Our booth will be located at the Park Service Station parking lot (across from the Bibelot on Como Ave.) Note that this is a DIFFERENT LOCATION than we've had in previous years.

If you are interested in volunteering at the booth, please contact Sue at sueknoblauch@yahoo.com There will be some cashiering involved, but volunteers must be knowledgable about Feline Rescue and our mission. Shift times are: 9:30-12:00, 12:00-2:30, 2:30-5:30

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We will also have an information table at the
St. Francis Animal Rescue “Tails and Trails” Walk for the Animals

Saturday, May 31, 2008

9:00-12:00

Snail Lake Regional Park in Shoreview
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Feline Rescue Book Sale
August, date TBD
Due to popular demand, we will hold our annual book sale sometime in August. Please keep saving those books, CDs, DVDS and records for the sale. Please DO NOT deliver them to the shelter until further notice. We do not have room to store them.

Best Friends

Happy Monday! We hope you enjoy these photos of two good friends, Groucho & Little Guy, looking out the window together in their foster home. We're happy to report that they've been adopted together and will be going to their new home this coming Friday! They will be joining another former Feline Rescue foster cat, Viva. We will be sure to post an update on them once they're settled in!

Sponsor Me: Rachel

Rachel is a long-term resident of Feline Rescue who is available for sponsor. She was rescued several years ago with her brother Riley. She is a beautiful, medium-haired calico with glowing green eyes. Rachel and Riley grew up outside, where they learned to be wary of people. But at Feline Rescue she has grown to trust the volunteers and even to enjoy gentle human touch from those she knows the best.

Over the years, Rachel has become a bit of a finicky eater (as many older cats do). That's ok, because Feline Rescue volunteers love to wait on her with tempting treats of tasty canned food, tuna, and boiled chicken. As one of the older residents at the shelter, Rachel had earned the right to be spoiled!

Rachel also receives much comfort and companionship from the cats who share her room. She is often found on a high shelf, curled up in a small box with her friends Buttercup and Daisy Mae. She loves all of her feline friends.

Donating to Feline Rescue's sponsorship program is a great way to support our mission. Sponsorships are only $30, and they help us to ensure cats like Rachel will be able to live their lives happily at Feline Rescue by supporting the long term needs they may have. Sponsorships also make great gifts. Recipients of sponsorships receive a photo and biographical sketch of the kitty of their choice. Download this form to sponsor Rachel or one of her feline friends.

Click here to see other cats available to sponsor.

Marvelous Milo

Visitors to Feline Rescue always want to know, "who is that bright orange tabby with the beautiful stripes?" It's Milo, of course.

There's more to Milo than just his good looks—he's got a great personality too! So if he seems stand-offish at first, please remember that it's just an act. This guy is a big teddy bear. You could save on your heating bills next winter with Milo on your lap.

Milo is still a young guy who loves to play. Throw him a mouse; he'll catch it. Milo seems to get along best with younger female cats, especially his best friend Lizzie. They love to play hide, seek, and chase.

If you visit the shelter, be sure to take some time to get to know Milo. Here's a hint: he loves to be brushed. So sit down, grab a brush, and Milo will find you hard to resist.

For more information about Milo, please call our shelter at 651.642.5900 Ext. 3, or visit his Petfinder page.

Stuart Little

Last Tuesday, May 6, a woman was watching a feral mom move her newborn litter to a new nest. Luckily the woman went to check the spot on Wednesday morning just to make sure all of the kittens were gone. She found Stuart Little left behind. Knowing he needed help, she brought him to our shelter the next evening. One of our volunteers took him home and began bottle feeding him and pottying him, and she even took him to work with her so he could have regular feedings. This week, he started having some health problems and was taken to the vet. It was believed that he might have a deformed colon, which is likely why his mother abandoned him. He began having labored breathing and was taken back to the vet. Nothing could be done, and passed away on Thursday, May 15.

Here's what his foster mom had to say about him:
He was a joy to have for one week. He had such a character. Twice he started screaming because he had gone to the bathroom on himself and hated to be messy. He loved his daily exercise - walking across the table. He was a great eater, although he preferred the syringe over the bottle nipple. He loved to purr and knead. I was looking forward to watching him develop. I waiting for his eyes to open so that we could look at each other. He was great fun and he will be missed.

Stuart Little was barely a week old when he passed, but he received the best care possible, and was very loved. We will all miss you.

The Tree Family: Part One

I bet you're wondering why there is a picture of a tree on the Feline Rescue blog.

Yes, we love nature. But that's not the reason.

Yes, we're happy winter is over and buds are popping out all over the landscape. But that's not the reason, either.

It's because out of this hole:

Came these cuties:

And their beautiful mom!

Yep, that's right! Three beautiful cats were rescued from this tree and are now living the good life in a Feline Rescue foster home.
Stay tuned for Part Two--the complete story from their rescuers, T & M--and more updates from their foster home!