Update: On June 2nd, 15 cats more and kittens from another hoarder were dropped off at the shelter. I’m attending BEA Book Expo America and involved in rehabbing the cats rescued from a hoarder. If you haven’t read about the horrific hoarder situation near me, I wrote about it here last week.
The good news is about 20 of the cats were placed excellent foster homes. The bad news is there are close to 50 cats still at the New Rochelle Humane Society. The shelter is stretched to their limit and qualified foster homes are sorely needed. Yesterday yet another pitbull was rescued from the brink of death and is their newest arrival. If the other highly adoptable cats are adopted, it will free much needed space. Take a peek at these sweeties available now and share. I can vouch for the adorable purrsonalities of Ivan and Klaus, two ginger and cream boys.
When I met the hoarder rescue cats this week they were scattered in cages in every nook and cranny. The shelter is old but well run and the cat care is immaculate. That said, there is little to no natural light, little enrichment and few have been out of their cages in the two weeks since their dramatic rescue. There are the expected medical issues. One cat had a leg amputated this week and several have stomatitis, a painful inflammation in the mouth. All the cats require some treatment. The emotional scars will take longer to heal.
Most cats given enough time, space and love are resilient. Some of the cat were engaged and eager to communicate but most are clearly exhibiting the effects of trauma and let’s face it, even the best shelter environment is stressful. A few slow blinked me with heart-melting trust. Others were wary and wanted to hide. The truth is: from this group of brave survivors some are feral or may need rehabbing beyond the limited resources and may not be adoptable.
I know, when I hear stories of animal abuse I want to cover my ears and go la la la into denial land. Suffering of any animal is my Achilles heel. I can’t bear it. It totally freaks me out but when I saw cats with legs stained by urine/excrement from cages without litter boxes for untold months or years, it became real. It wasn’t a news story. It was reality, in my face. When that happens it’s not so easy to look the other way. I can’t save them all but I can help one cat, one cage at time.
One of the cats with the stained legs looked at me imploring as if to say: I am broken but aren’t we all damaged in some way? All I need is loving kindness to be whole again. She inspired this week’s Friday Photo Quote Newsletter and include the image here today for the Cat Art Blog Hop hosted at Athena Cat Goddess I was painfully aware of their psyches and discretely used only a camera phone without flash.