A Year In Fosters

So I figured that I would update you guys on some of the guys that I have taken in over the last year. I hope I will cover everyone, but there were a few kittens here and there that did not stay long enough to make the cut (like a trio of ten day old babies that I only had for two days).

So when I last posted I had Bean. Well Bean's name had evolved several times already but by the time she left us she was just Bee. Now she is BeeBee and she lives with a friend who loves her very much (and I am sure BeeBee feels the same way). About the same weekend my computer died we took in another foster and I named her Thumbelina. Thumbelina was a polydactyl (also called Hemingway Cats), which means she had extra digits. She also had an injured leg which she was able to recover from while in my care. Here are some pics of Bee and Thumbellina.

Look at those toes!!

Best Friends.

<3

Bee the day before she went to her forever home!

A couple weeks later I took home two little fuzzballs that needed some socialization. They were very scared (and quite hissy) when I brought them home, but with a little love and time they became full on cuddle monsters. Here are Shy Guy and Growler.

Growler practicing to be a flower.

Happy face.

Shy Guy.

I took a break from kittens for a few weeks after that but then a trio came to stay with us. They were a mom and her two babies (a boy and a girl) and as embarrassing as this is I cannot remember the babies names. It is really driving me nuts. They did not stay with me long and I know I called them Mama B and the Babies Wee, but for the life of me I cannot remember what the babies names were. I know that I am going to wake up in the middle of the night and shout the names out when I remember them, so you will have to wait until then to learn them.

I took in two teeny tiny kittens after that. Unfortunately this story has a sad ending because one of the kittens did not make it. Bruiser was small with a black spot over his eye and his sister The Beast towered over him and was nearly double his weight, and that is where their names came from. They were part of a litter of four neonatal kittens that were dumped at our shelter one cold morning, and two of their litter mates had already passed away. I tried my luck with the remaining kittens but sadly Bruiser was just too small and sickly and he passed away despite my best efforts. The Beast (or Beastie) thrived and was later adopted so I was lucky to have succeeded with one of them.

The Beast being cuddly.

Tiny Bruiser with food all over his face.

A few weeks later I took in a monster group of five kittens; they were tiny and unruly and needed help with litter box training. What a nightmare! I loved them though, so we powered through it and eventually they became normal, happy, potty-trained kittens. Fuzzy Bunny, Nugget, Velcro, Reptar, and Monster were quite the handful.

They worked together to take down their prey.

Cuddle puddle. 

Chipmunk, Squirrel, and Reeses were not meant to stay with me for more than a few days, but when they got sick I had no choice but to keep them for two weeks while they received treatment for upper respiratory infections. Oh, who am I kidding, I loved every minute of it. These were three of the sweetest girls you have ever met!

Reeses, Chipmunk, and Squirrel.

Chipmunk.

Squirrel with Spyrit.

When Snarf (named for her striking resemblance to Snurfle, a previous foster) came to us she had a gaping hole in her neck which we suspected was from a bot fly (nasty!) and we were not sure that she would live long enough to tell her gross tale. She was tiny and screaming and very unhappy. I took Snarf home, cleaned her up, and fed her until she was happy. A few days later someone dumped a very scared kitten at my shelter. We named her Spitfire Sally because she was half feral, and I ended up taking Sally home to see if she would be happier with another kitten around. Snarf and Sally were instant BFFs and Snarf helped Sally to understand what it was to be a house cat.

Spirfire Sally.

Pudgy little Snarf.

Next I fostered another nightmare group of four kittens. They were off the wall but I loved them for the week or so they stayed with me. The boys were Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum and the girls were Storm and Stella. I kept the shelter names for the two girls, but the boys were impossible to tell apart so I ditched their shelter names.

Are you Tweedle Dee or Tweedle Dum???

Storm.

And that brings us back to Domo, the kitten who I showed off a little bit in the last post. Domo had a broken leg and (much like my Spyrit) the vets were unable to save it. It is hard to get a cat to stay in a cast as is, but when he is a tiny energetic kitten it is even harder. The chances of the leg healing properly were very slim so the vets decided that, rather than risk Domo having problems later in life, they would just amputate while he was young so that he could learn how to live on three legs. He gets along just fine! Domo is such a spunky kitten with a huge personality and I really fell in love with him. I am so happy that my sister adopted him because I know that he will always be loved and cared for.

So stinking cute!

So we are almost up to date, with the exception of the two kittens I am fostering right now. I have had a lot of fosters in the last year! I really wanted to do another pregnant or nursing mother cat but we have changed our policy on fostering the really young kittens to employees. For the meantime I am happy to take anyone who is a "project" meaning any kittens that look like they are going to be with us for a little while. The kittens I have right now will have to get a post to themselves because their story is a long one!

Revival!

Finally back to blogging! I had no computer for about ten months so, sadly, I was unable to update kittenblog. I have had quite a few fosters in the past year so I will have a lot of updating to do when I get more time. I have kept up with pictures on my facebook page for the most part. Hopefully I can get back to my once a week posts fairly soon!

For the time being, here is a picture of one of my recent fosters. His name is Domo and he only has three legs! One of his legs had to be amputated because the vets were unable to heal his leg after it had been broken at the hip. Fear not, he gets around just fine and he ended up being adopted by my lovely sister!

August Already

Not a lot going on right now. Bean is getting bigger every day and starting to venture out more. She stays in her crate when we are not home to watch her but when we are home we let her out. We let her run around on the bed because there is nothing on the bed that she can get into, but today she decided to jump off the side of the bed and run around. I have to watch her carefully because she is still really small and can crawl under the desk, dresser, bed, and even the large kitten appliances.

This week I get to work on intake a little bit at work. Intake has been a ton of fun for me in the past. It  means that I get to be the one that goes to the city pound, Chicago Animal Care and Control, and pick out animals to bring back to our shelter. It also means I get to name them, and I have a huge list of names that I want to use. We bring our animals from CACC because as a shelter in a big city we want to help the problem at the root, and CACC needs our help. It will be a nice break from the normal work week for me.

Hopefully I will have more to share later this week!

Bean!

A friend called me a few weeks ago with a dilemma. She works in rescue as well but she deals mostly with dogs, and one of her friends had found a kitten. The day she called me happened to be the exact day that I had emptied my house of all fosters. Mike was less than thrilled about the idea of me bringing a new kitten home. He is worried about panleuk now so we had to make a deal, I asked my friend if she could foster the kitten for a week or so while I worked on Mike. Eventually he came around, and with the kitten being fostered for a week we could be pretty sure that she wasn't sick. So, Friday night my friend brought the kitten over, and in a few weeks when she is big enough I will take her in to work and she will become part of the shelter and find a forever home.

She is adorable! My friend was calling her Jean Gray, so that is what we started calling her. Mike quickly turned her into Jean Bean because she is so tiny, and I shortened it to just Bean. She is very small to be away from her mother but she is doing just fine. We are estimating her age to be about three weeks old because she can use a litter box and eat some solids. She is eating baby cat food, which is special food for tiny kittens who are not getting nourishment from mom, and I give her a bottle every once in a while just to make sure she is getting enough to eat. I also try to mix KMR into the food because I want to make sure she is getting all of her vitamins and such so that she will grow up healthy and strong. Bean is very lovey and likes to cuddle. She reminds me a lot of Scruble because she will curl up on your neck and purr and knead with her paws.

And boy is she LOUD! She is such a whiner! Whether she is exploring or being held she always seems to have something to say in her squeaky baby cat voice. She is too small to have free reign of the house so I have a crate set up for her but she gets plenty of exploration time when I am home to watch her. As she gets bigger I will be more comfortable letting her roam the house, but for now she doesn't even mind being in the crate. My cats don't mess with her, except for Buu who has to hiss every time Bean comes near her, but that is just Buu.

So I guess I am not done fostering, which makes me really happy. 

Empty Nesting

Well, for the first time in months I am completely without a foster kitten. Poppet and Popoki are at the adoption center waiting for their forever homes. Shamy got neutered on Wednesday and he just needed one more set of x-rays before he would be ready for adoption. That is it! It is nice to have my bathroom (aka the foster room) back and its nice not to have to step over a baby gate every time I have to pee. But I feel like something is missing still.

My cats are so happy to have the bathroom back. Spyrit has been sleeping in the bathroom sink to stay cool every night this week. He likes to drink from it also and will run into the bathroom to remind you to turn it on. Everyone else seems happy but I think Godzilla is a little lonely. He has been so freaking needy since the babies went away.

Mike couldn't be more thrilled to not have fosters in the house. He hates the baby gate and he says it makes him feel bad when we have kittens quarantined in the bathroom. I told him that the bathroom is a lot bigger than a cage at the shelter but he doesn't get it. He doesn't look at those little faces every day. He is also really afraid now of taking anyone home from the shelter because of how much Panleuk is spreading over there. I can understand that, so I am giving him his time off.

Speaking of understanding the Panleuk problem, I have a much better insight into where it is all coming from now. On Wednesday morning I was sent to Chicago Animal Care and Control to help with cleaning. Apparently they had "no caregivers" that day and my shelter decided to zip in and help them out. As a reminder, I work for the city's largest no-kill shelter and Chicago Animal Care and Control (CACC) is the city pound and largest pet killer in the city. So it should come as no surprise to learn that I was not very happy about the arrangements made Wednesday afternoon, but since it was only for a few hours I figured I would just endure. Well, it was the worst three hours I have ever worked.

The conditions there are less than ideal, and in CACC's defense they ARE taking in all the strays in the city. I just was not ready for what they threw at me. I was handed a bucket of supposed "pure undiluted bleach" and told to clean cages with it. Well the first problem was that in order for bleach to be effective you need to use a detergent to scrub the cages, otherwise you just have poop with bleach on it. The other problem was that the bleach did not smell like anything at all which means that it was either expired or not an effective disinfectant. Did you know that bleach can go bad? It can. Bleach can expire from old age or being left in a transparent container (did you ever notice that true bleach always comes in an opaque bottle?) and when it goes bad the chlorine smell disappears. Luckily I managed to find some Trifectant (a cleaning product that we use at my shelter which kills all major diseases with the exception of ringworm) and clean properly. I don't care that I didn't do what they told me, I did it the right way.

The lack of proper cleaning tools was my first problem. The second problem was that they wanted me to clean cages with the animal STILL IN THE CAGE. Which means I am using "pure undiluted bleach" while kitty is sitting in the cage staring at me. Yeah, that did not fly at all. My co-worker and I took turns holding the cats as best we could while we cleaned their cages. Did I mention that the tools we were given to clean with were only paper towels? Well I snuck around until I found rags and sponges and did the best I could. The garbage cans were overflowing and the the only soap I could find to do dishes with was hand soap.

Then I was instructed to clean an empty bank of cages. They had a panleuk outbreak in one bank of cages and there were tags on the cages that said "Panleuk 7/10". The cages were empty of animals but still set up as if they had just taken the animals out. What really happened? They euthanized all of the cats in that bank when they found panleuk on 7/10 which was THREE DAYS prior to my being there. Those cages sat there, some of them with feces and vomit sitting for THREE FUCKING DAYS. And you can go ahead and guess what I was given to clean with... That's right! Paper towels and "pure undiluted bleach". Once again I begged borrowed and stole supplies from different parts of the shelter until I could clean that bank properly. It is so important that an area like that gets cleaned properly because they see such a high volume of animals that in a few days they will be putting cats and kittens back into that bank of cages. If they cages were not disinfected properly then there was no point in cleaning them in the first place! You are just dooming those animals.

I did not have to work with the dogs but my co-worker did and she said it was awful. They spray the cages down while the dog is still inside and there were a couple dogs that were obviously sick with Parvo which is a very deadly disease for dogs. When she approached the "vet" about the dogs he was first angered to be disturbed on his lunch and then proceeded to give her a bullshit excuse and not do anything to help the dogs. The worst part of the day was when I got back and one of our vet techs (who had been at CACC just the day before) asked me if CACC still had kittens and cats stacked in carriers with no litter boxes in the hallway. I was happy to say no until I realized just why there was no cats or kittens stacked in carriers... they must have all been killed. 

I'm just glad I was able to take a lesson away from it. That three hours made me really understand just how important my organization is because we take animals directly from CACC to try and help reduce the euthanasia rate. I don't want any animals to have to sit in that hell hole, so I have to keep working my hardest at my job to help get animals out! Fostering helps in that area as well because if I take kittens from my shelter that frees up a cage for us to pull more kittens from CACC. I have been having a hard time with work lately and as much as Wedneday sucked I am really glad to have had a reminder of how important my job is. I was also able to talk to some of the higher ups at my shelter and explain to them the awful conditions at CACC. My manager asked me to write up a detailed report of my experiences there so that we can approach them directly about their unsanitary conditions. Hopefully we can make a difference.

Beginning Again

Sorry about the lack of blogging lately. It has been really hard to push myself to update after the loss of Scruble. I don't think that one is ever going to stop hurting.

The good news is that our 14 day quarantine ended last Sunday and no one else got sick. We are free and clear of the virus. Not that it should have ever been in the house to begin with. Can you tell I'm still salty? Like I said, this one is going to hurt for a long time.

Shammy is still hanging out with us, adorable as ever. His leg is healed properly and I am taking him in on Monday to see if he is good to go to the adoption center or if he needs more x-rays done. To be honest I almost don't want to take him near PAWS until this panleuk epidemic is done, but I want him to get adopted. He is sweet and happy and an awesome cuddler. I know he will go quickly, especially if I do a write up on him and tell his story.

We also still have Poppet and Popoki from Mama Bones' litter. They were pretty sick for a long time, but now Popoki is completely healthy. Poppet still has a little bit of eye goo but I am hoping they will both be cleared for adoption. I will be bringing them in on Sunday for their rechecks. They are the sweetest guys ever, both instantly start purring when you enter their room and all they want is to be loved. Its hard to walk near them because they are constantly trying to rub themselves on you and give you nose kisses!

I don't know how much fostering I will be doing over the summer. Mike and I are both working full-time and after Scruble I am not sure I am ready to bring more kittens home. I think I just need a break. The only reason I have fosters at the moment is because they were already here before we lost Scruble. But fear not, loyal readers, I will have plenty of things to keep you around. And who knows, maybe the vets will con me into taking a kitten home in a few weeks.

R.I.P.

Today I received even worse news. Scruble passed away today. He fought hard but in the end the virus was just too strong for him. I have to think of it as at least he isn't suffering anymore, but since today was my day off I didn't get to say goodbye to him. Everyone at home is still alright, but I am really broken up about it.

I guess I feel like I should say some things about my little Scrublet. He was a sweet little boy. He loved to play and he loved the other kittens I brought into the house. He always wanted to play, even when Buu did not want to play with him. At night he would crawl into the bed with Mike and I and cuddle up next to my neck where he could hear my pulse. He would knead on me and even though sometimes that wasn't the way I wanted to wake up, it was always sweet to think that he was happy enough to knead and purr in my ear. I loved to listen to him purr right next to my face, and it was a great way to fall asleep. He was a great little cuddler.

Scruble was born in my house. I think that is what makes this so hard. I got him through what was supposed to be the most dangerous time of his life (the first 3 weeks) and someone else dropped the ball and got him sick. But there is nothing we can do about it now. The vets fought the virus, I know they did everything they could because we have excellent vets. Its just a nasty virus with nasty symptoms and I have to just remember that he is no longer suffering.

Little Scruble, Scrub, Scrubby Scrubbly Scrublet... I will miss you. I will always love you very much. Your foster siblings and I miss hearing the patter of your feet running through the house. Shamy misses his playmate. Baby Z and Spyrit miss their cuddle buddy. I will never forget you, Scrub. <3