Sunday, 18 October 2009

ANIMAL RESCUE: Cats -Grace.

Thursday, 30 July 2009




Tuesday morning and I'd not long been back home after taking Bonnie (our eldest) to see Honor at Vets4Pets for a final checkup when the phone rang. Call from the shop. A woman had found a cat in her garden with a broken paw and it looked like the cat had recently given birth. I told them to keep her there, rang the Williams & Cumming vets (the nearest to us) and they could see her immediately but only if I got her there in 15 minutes before the vet started his mornings operations. Into the car, down to shop, up to the woman's house, cat in the carrier, and got to the vet's -in, amazingly, 12 minutes flat.

Mr Molina the vet checked her out -almost certainly a fractured leg. I left her there, went home and set up a cage in the garage. It's a big garage with a glass door to the garden so there's a lot of natural light and something to look at.

Back at teatime. The cat had a fractured leg, probably the result of a dog bite, which Mr Molina had put a pin in. The cat was also spayed -a kitten still in her womb was 'non-viable'. The other kittens would probably be dead by now as the lady who'd found the cat had checked her garden and not found any.

I took her home and put her in the cage. Understandably she was terrified and tried to make a run for it but I was able to gently keep her in the cage while I put food and water in with her -the basket and litter tray were already there.

Next morning I knocked up a poster and put copies in our shop and the local post office. No reply so far. I check on her several times a day, change her food and water twice including mixing in pain killers her food. Her bowels and waterworks are normal and she's slowly getting used to me stroking and talking to her but she hasn't started purring yet. She'll be back at the vets tomorrow morning for a checkup but she seems to be doing fine so far.

I'll update in a Post Script below when there is more news. When I first took her to the vet's I was asked for a name and I'm useless at thinking up names on the spot. She's grey and white so I said Smudge. When I called to pick her up I changed her name to Grace.

ANIMAL RESCUE: Cats -Reg

Tuesday, 21 July 2009


There's no photo because Reg wasn't with us long enough for me to get round to taking one.

I got a call two weeks last Saturday about a thin stray cat and could we help. By the time I'd checked with a couple of people, the caller rang back to say it had been taken in by Westall kennels. As they don't do cats except as paying guests and are normally for dogs, I rang them and said we'd take it off their hands after the statutory week when it became their property.

In fact it took two weeks because I forgot and didn't go till last Saturday. They said it was an old but friendly cat. Which it was -a bog-standard amiable tabby- until you tried to get it in a cat carrier when it turned into the feline from hell and I have the scars to prove it.

I got it to Carol's safely. Later she called me to say it probably needed neutering, so I made the appointment for this morning with a checkup first. Carol confirmed it was an old cat and one which didn't use the litter tray. I decided to call it Reg as it seemed the feline equivalent of a smelly old man.

At Vets4Pet, Sarah the young vet confirmed it definitely was male and lifted its tail to show me and made me wonder how Carol could have any doubts that it needed doing. It had a very wheezy breath but, surprisingly, good teeth and Sarah said she doubted it was more than five, if that. Then she checked Reg's heart and discovered what she thought was a heart murmur. Concerned she went to check it on Honor's more sophisticated equipment.

Reg had a very severe heart murmur and would probably not last twelve months during which his condition would deteriorate. Even neutering him would pose more than normal risks.

It was pretty obvious where Sarah was heading with this and I found it difficult to disagree. I rang Carol and told her who, if a little surprised at first, said that during the weekend he'd been with he'd acted consistently like an old cat.

Now all he had to look forward to was a year in an open cage, surrounded by strange cats, slowly deteriorating as his heart struggled to keep going. So I authorised the kindest and hardest thing I ever have to do and Reg was put to sleep.

And that is the short story of Reg.

Post Script

I got home and told Susan the story and she agreed that I'd done the right thing. I mentioned to her that Sarah asked me if I wanted to stay with Reg. I didn't because I'd only met him a couple of times and it wouldn't make any difference to him. If it had been Aslan or Marmalade (see earlier posts) it would have been different because I'd grown extremely fond of both of them. Susan then said something about maybe taking Aslan. As Susan's not too well at the moment -either a viral infection or swine flu- I'm not pushing it, but I'd love to bring Aslan (and Marmalade) here. I'll remind her when she's feeling a little better.

Saturday, 3 October 2009

ANIMAL RESCUE: TROUBLE AT T'MILL -Ian loses his temper

Tuesday, 15 September 2009


Photo from Internet: a rabbit with myxomatosis.

So, we were having a meeting to finalise the new version of Animal Krackers leaflet when the phone rings. It's Carol, our cat rescuer. She's with two of her grandchildren at a shopping area on the north of the river about 3 miles away. She's found a rabbit suffering severely from myxomatosis and wants me to go pick it up, take it to the vets to be put to sleep.

I'm okay with that and relay this to Susan, Andrea and our treasurer, Anne. They aren't okay with it. Why can't she go to the nearer PDSA? Fine, I'll take it there. The traffic is very heavy, it would take a while, says Susan who was over that way not long since. There's more but I start to get irritated. I call Carol back and while I'm talking get more annoying comments. I tell Susan to speak to her and toss the phone to her. Unfortunately I toss it harder than I intended and it looks like I'm throwing it at her.

I pick up the phone and give it Andrea who talks to her, coming over as being a mix of condescension, indifference, and patronising and suggests she flag a car down as well as saying wild animals aren't our brief and she should call the RSPCA, like they'd come for a dying rabbit.

At this point I lose my temper and call the three of them 'fucking uncaring bastards' and only just manage to not stalk out of the room.

I shouldn't have done that and I was very wrong to do it. But all I knew was that an animal was suffering and I had the chance to ease its pain and those three were fannying around about cost and time and more crap rather than just letting me get on with it. What should have been something simple blew up into a major heated emotionally-charged issue which totally pissed of Carol and myself who do just about all the work involving cats.

Carol ended up walking three quarters of a mile along a busy road with two small children, a rabbit in a box and she also happened to be going for a hospital checkup about her legs today. The PDSA stayed open a little longer and the rabbit was put to sleep.

It's 24 hours since this happened and both Carol and I have calmed down. But we know we were trying to do the right thing. We help animals, that's what we do. We also thought that's what Animal Krackers did.

ANIMAL KRACKERS AT THE BANGLADESHI CENTRE

Thursday, 1 October 2009

ANIMAL KRACKERS AT THE BANGLA DESHI CENTRE, SUNDERLAND



Now why, you're wondering, in the first place would we be at the Bangla Deshi Centre and who, in the second place, is we?

We, is me and Andrea. Why, is we was asking for money.  Let me explain...

There's a government funded local group called Back on the Map which is a quango with the aim of improving life in the Sunderland areas of Hendon and the East End. It does a lot of very good work, part of which involves promoting the area. One a year they allocate relatively small sums of money to groups which provide some form of service to the area which is where we come in.

Animal Krackers is well known in the area and a lot of rescued animals come from here such as Lulu the kitten. This year we put in a request for £1800 which would provide 5 places at Ferryfarm Kennels for a year and stray/unwanted dogs from Hendon would be guaranteed a place. One such dog can be seen sitting on my knee in the photo below about an hour after it was taken away to its new fosterer. The dog is a Jack Russell, a ratter by instinct and likely to chase small animals. It proved to be terrified of cats as I discovered when I had to drag it past one of my cats which was sitting just inside the front gate.

The format of the meeting is that each individual group gives a maximum 5-minute presentation. Each group is fit into one of 4 categories -Health & Fitness, the elderly, ethnic, and 'small sums' (our category). A varied amount of money is allocated to each category and is voted on by 50 volunteer judges from the area. However, as I've just found out from Susan a few minutes ago, the voting is overall and not in each separate category so it's possible that none of the groups in a particular category could be voted any money. This is obviously not a good idea and clearly I'm writing from hindsight as I found out some disturbing information after writing the following two paragraphs.

And it's held at the Bangla Deshi Centre which, despite the name, is open to all and is a very active centre.


Usually Susan and  Andrea we do it but Susan had to be at a meeting about her mother and I was the obvious replacement being articulate, confident  and charming. You do recognise that description of me, don't you? One slight problem, until the day before, Andrea was away for the week. Susan dictated an introduction which I typed and modified. I then wrote my piece about Lulu and Grace and brought it all together in the conclusion. Andrea emailed a piece a couple of days before which I then edited, cut, rewrote, etc until the whole thing pretty much worked. Given the 5-minute limit, I was still doing minor revisions an hour before we were due to arrive.

Held in a large hall arranged into the audience in groups of tables with up to six at a table, and the supplicants arrayed on either side of a wide table along one wall. With over 20 groups and allowing for technical hitches this would, I thought, take a long time. As it turned out, only one group overran and no-one minded as it was to support a group of prepubescent would-be cheerleaders who, while their young female presenter was excellent, were pretty terrible but all the more charming for it. Quite a few presentations were over in a minute or less and we were on last.

We had brought three display boards packed with photos of Hendon animals we'd rescued and put it in front of the table. Holding the microphone close and wearing my Animal Krackers t-shirt, I gave the introduction about why we were asking for money and what we did. I passed the mic to Andrea who then cited examples of Hendon dogs we'd rescued referencing the relevant photos. Back to me for brief stories of Grace and Lulu and I then wrapped it up by explaining that if we got the money for the dogs if would have a knock-on effect in that we would not be placed, by limited funds, into having to choose whether to provide either veterinary care or a kennel place, in effect, condemning an animal to an uncertain future. I may have imagined it but I thought we got a substantial applause when we finished.

Strange thing is, despite being shy in a social situation where I'm not on familiar territory or with people I know, I have no problems at all about talking to a large group, concerns that I might fluff lines or lose my place, yes, but I don't feel nervous at all. It would also seem that this is not a delusion on my part as several people mentioned how confidently I came over.  Andrea and I agreed that if we didn't get the money it would be because the judges had other priorities rather than any weaknesses in our presentation or content.

We then networked the various tables for about three quarters of an hour until lunch arrived, ate lunch, and, deciding we'd done all we could, left.

In a nutshell: we got the money we asked for.

However, Back on the Map shot themselves in the foot. Because it wasn't voted on by category, none of the groups in the ethnic section got anything and the organisation is in turmoil and accusations of racism are flying around. Susan even offered to donate £500 of the money we'd been given to one of the ethnic groups but we weren't allowed. I feel sorry for BOTM because they are a worthy organisation but they've screwed up big time and I hope they can this mess sorted. It's rather soured our win as I do feel the ethnic groups haven't had a fair shake.

And that's it, no real wrap up, just life, man.

THE PHANTOM SHIT SLINGER

Tuesday, 14 July 2009

TRUE STORY: The Phantom Shit Slinger of Old Grange Town

We have 8 cats. Which amounts to a fair bit of cat shit produced.

Now we have, in various places around the house, 5 litter trays. While the cats are happy to use them to urinate in, they seem to prefer to shit outside. We also have a rear garden which the cats sometimes use for that purpose.

But mostly they prefer to go elsewhere. Which is probably why cats tend to be unpopular with people who have gardens but don't have cats.

A few months ago in early Spring, one of our neighbours decided to return our cats donations of recyclable material. No, they didn't knock on the door and ask us to dispose of it. Instead they carefully filled plastic bags -sandwich-size- with the cat shit and threw it over the fence which borders the back lane and into our garden. Neither did they seal the bag.

The bag of shit slung by the shit slinger sometimes lands on the lawn, sometimes gets hung on the branch of a tree or in a bush or on the path and sometimes the shit escapes the bag.

At first it was a daily occurrence as they were probably digging over their garden but has now been reduced to approximately once a week. We have an idea of who it might be but have never actually caught them at it. This is a pity as I so much want to shout out:

"Hey, it's the phantom shit slinger of Grangetown!"

BONNIE

Bonnie is our eldest and is probably around 15 years old and we've had her since she was about 3. (See entry below for her origin story.)

We've been getting worried about her because her behaviour is changing. Never a wanderer, more a yo-yo (in-out in-out why can't you get me a goddamn cat-flap), recently she's been staying outside for very long periods and twice overnight. We've had to put a litter tray behind the tv since she started going there. She's been losing weight, and her breathing sounds a bit laboured.

So today we took her to see Honor at Vets4Pets. Normally we'd go see Mr Molina at Williams & Cummings but we've been very impressed by Honor. We knew Bonnie would get a thorough check over with her and that is what happened. Bonnie has a temperature of 104F, she's half a kilo underweight, her breathing is a problem, but her teeth are good. The other problem is that there may be several causes including thyroid problems or worse. Honor gave Bonnie a couple of injections and took two blood samples. I've got to take her back on Friday morning to have her temperature checked.

I reminded Honor of something I'd said to her on several occasions, that my overriding concern was never to let an animal suffer when it can be avoided. Honor's reply was that with Bonnie we weren't there -yet.

So, as with Aslan (on whom I'll be doing a piece when his story is finally resolved one way or another), we wait and see.

Post Script

Honor phoned early this evening to say the blood tests were clear but we're still waiting for the thyroid results.

8th July 2009

FIRST POST OF A NEW BLOG


I've been blogging for four months on my other blog -

http://freethinkingajournalofpopularculture.blogspot.com

-which, as the title might suggest, is about popular culture. However, about half of it has ended up with me writing about my involvement with Animal Krackers. So, I've decided to split the two and hope to copy all the animal related entries over to this blog.I was hoping there would be a quick and easy way to transfer posts from one to the other but it appears not so what I've decied to do is to copy the text of relevant posts over here then add the photos later.

As from today, any new entries about animals with appear here.