Dory spoke

 He greeted his favourite Friday vollie with a kitten sized meow!

Dory

And, there is no dirty laundry at Safe Haven! We have finally caught up. (It has taken 5 years!)

Of course, the rubbish is another story with only one Willoughby bin still. But visitors took off several bags, as did I. So the balcony is not too bad. But anything but empty of bags is bad.

Bruce was blue today because his mum was at the vets. He stole Mickeys toy but still missed his mum/pillow.

Bruce

 Peter, Patch and Phoenix have been moved to Welfare. It is nice to have some tiny tabbies there.

P's

Faith and Flora were desexed. They came back with plastic cones but I changed them to cloth ones which are more comfortable.  They don't seem to get on all that well. But it might just have been the post op!

Flora and Faith

Chloe who was moved to Welfare some days ago, seems to have developed a mucky eye. She will get the dreaded ointment which is a shame because she has become much friendlier since being moved.

Chloe

Australis has been moved back to Incoming. Borealis left in Welfare all by herself is now enjoying visitors.

Borealis

In Isolation the four champagne, identical kittens suddenly have a champagne mum! She escaped while they were catching the family but has since been brought in. She seems a calm, sweet cat (who luckily remembered her kittens).

There is another kitten in Isolation called Bonnie. She was adopted from a breeder of British Short Hairs but developed ringworm and giardia. Both of these are infectious to people as well as to animals. So she was surrendered to us with a bag of food and meds and cash! I wasn't going close enough to get a good photo because both of those parasites infect people as well as felines. But she is cute enough to wait for.

Neat

 

In fact, I didn't notice how nicely the carrier cages on top of the condos in Welfare were arranged until after I spotted a label (that was on the carrier that Zena/Xena/Goldie came in via the cat taxi) in the paper bin by the computer. I usually sort the paper from the plastic from the tins in there on Wednesday. That label made me think that somebody had "given" her carrier to an adopter. So I looked up and "Amazing, Neat, Tidy" on both sides.

 And on top of the "new" cages.

So I looked on Better Row: which looked neat too.

But Boarding is still messy.

Later this afternoon I moved Dawson out of Boarding. He happily went into a long thin box to be transported. I put him into Rosie and Callie's condo in Welfare because they were adopted this afternoon to a lady who is disabled and lives quietly at home with 2 spare bedrooms and a carer who really CARES. He was lovely. I don't think it will be long before Callie is on her knee and Rosie is on the bed.

Then a couple came who had come before to look at cats but were off on their travels so postponed their choice. They chose Milo whom I hadn't met before. She was in Faith's condo. That seems to be the hot spot this year. I reminded them of the jingle "It's marvelous what a difference Milo makes" and they smiled, and smiled.

The play place is all disinfected and has a stand alone erected there for a returning cat. More on Friday (perhaps).
 

Light on staff

 As soon I arrived I was asked to tell vollies what to do about the rubbish tins. The last month or two has gone on very well without my interventions. But today, half a dozen of the regular vollies were off sick. Luckily, the remaining few did a splendid job and the Couzen bins are on the sidewalk.

Savannah's little adoptee, Sybie, is putting on weight. She guzzled down her extra feeds today. Her weight has gone up to 370gm! Savannah looks exhausted though and somebody is vomiting or doing very sloppy poos in her condo. (Talking of which, Aslan has just squirted a poo in the litterbox beside my desk. Excuse me for a minute. . or two.)

Be entertained by the kittens who were picked up from the street and brought in this afternoon. They have been farmed out to a bottle feeder. (Irene sent me a video but all I got was a jpeg.)

The guy who is fostering Eli came in. He and Eli are getting on famously. And the woman who adopted LeClerc dropped by to report how well he is getting on. He is entertaining the entire family.

And a woman rang to ask how she could meet our cats. She mentioned being interested in Aslan. We shall see.

Then the family returned who were interested in a ginger cat. . . . Griffin when last they came. But he has gone. So they settled on Max. Irene had spoken to their fosterer and been told that while Milo and Max are good mates, they are not necessarily bonded. So she OK'd them to take Max by himself.

Max

Not this Max but the ginger kitten. This Max is much happier not being next to the doorway. . . . even though he doesn't look that cheerful.

Now Milo has been moved to where Faith was and will probably be adopted over the weekend. 

Milo

 And Rose may be put in a small stand alone on top of where Le Clerc was, but where Luna is now.

green eyed Luna

 

Late

 Sorry, I had a committee meeting that went on and on. Poor Aslan had to watch the blank TV all by himself.

We had great adoptions this weekend: Faith, Rain, Le Clerk and Griffin (for the fourth time.)

And today a nice couple came in and adopted Carly who didn't even make it to the Safe website! 

We were kept busy with the usual business plus having to bottle feed Savannah's adopted little one. All that handling was a good opportunity to decide what its sex is. She is a girl. So she was immediately named Sybie after Helen's aunt. By the end of the day she weighted 300gm.

Luckily Joy took some photos of some of our tabbies:

Scardey Pepper and Salt in Incoming

 came in with Rose who is a delight. She will cuddle with anyone.

Rose

Valentina hasn't had any kittens yet but she is getting very round in the belly on pregnant rations.

Valentina ?cross-eyed

Out the back in Boarding are a shy trio
 

Freckles, Posie and Chester

 

On Better Row is Calli who is more relaxed these days.

Why did you wake me up! says Calli

And Bissie is a delight in the early morning when there is nobody else around. She doesn't greet newcomers. 

Bissie

Neither does Heffer. But she has a devoted admirer who comes every Friday to visit her.

 

Heffer

Thanks for the photos Joy.

Billy adopted

 He went over the weekend. Don't know who was the brave soul. It must have taken an effort to get him into a cat carrier. I really hope he will live happily ever after in his new home.

And today Tweed was adopted. He was not put as bonded to Roy and a lady came in wanting a young cat to bond with her Burmese who is mourning the loss of the older cat who has recently died of a sudden disease. The Burmese is bereft. There is another cat in the family who just lives outside but the Burmese shouldn't go out. So . . . . get another kitten!

Tweed in foster

Astrid was needy today. I think she was cold. Being cuddled in Sue's warm scarf pleased her.

Astrid

The "pregnant" mums in Incoming haven't dropped any kittens. Chicken eats everything she is given.

Chicken

What fun we will have finding names for her kittens.

And Goosy (the second ?pregnant cat who arrived last week without a name so I named her Goosy to keep Chicken company. . . . and give us more fun making up names). .  she looks a bit less flu-filled.

Goosy

There are two kittens in Incoming. Where from?

And a lovely cat called Faith. I will try to get details on Friday.

Faith

Adoption Tails: Faith and Bud

 Not much news on recent adoptees. Folk are getting too busy to answer our text messages/phone calls. Pete and Bud were doing OK after one week. We will have to wait a week to see if their owner has more to report on their 1 month report card.

Pete and Bud 1 week

In the meantime, Faith and Bud are coming in to board this weekend. Unfortunately I won't get to see them. Give them a cuddle from me.

Faith

Bud

After the deluge

The lift breaks down. Perhaps there was water in the basement. Whatever happened, it wasn't working when I arrived, later than usual because my alarm cat was busy watching the wildlife by moonlight rather than waking me up for a early breakfast. (It is high time daylight saving stopped gobbling up my morning). By the time I had wrangled the trolly and six bags of poo down the stairs, the commercial garbo had been. . . . there was space in those bins. So I started to fill up the homeowners bins. I even came across an owner. I asked her if she minded me putting bags in her bins to make the garbos trip worth while. She smiled and said "Not at all." Aren't Aussies nice! I did a couple of trips and on the third, the regular garbo was coming up the street where I had planned to drop my bombs. There was a traffic controller in the street because an electric line needed to be fixed. He saw my plight and said "They haven't been up this side". So I ran my trolly up the hill to the first garbage bid I came to. I tossed them all inside just before the garbage truck caught up to me. It was highly entertaining to the traffic controllers, and a local who was trundling in his empty bin (on the other side of the road). I didn't manage to get all the garbage bags off the balcony. Please take one or two home if you have space in your bin. My vollies managed to find their way in. The lifts were fixed by lunch time. Belle's kittens are poorly. They leak from their bums. Some are better than others.

Joy must have taken this photo immediately after I cleaned their condo. It doesn't take them long to make it dirty. And the five kittens (3 blacks and 2 tabbies) have the flu. Their poor eyes are swollen and inflammed. But they are eating well despite nasty medicine and eye ointment. A couple came to find a friend for the kitten they adopted from a vet a few months ago. They wanted a ginger. I showed them Marmalade, Dash and Niblet. They liked Niblet best because he was calm (sleepy) and their cat is full of energy. When Niblet went, Nori went back to sleep.

During the afternoon, I looked around to see who was playing with a ping pong ball . . . . and it was Sooty! Later she sat still for a photo.

And Windsor has abandonned his hiddy structure and rests on his upstairs shelf.

By the time I got my camera out of my pocket, Billy had uncrossed his front paws and lifted his chin from them. A cute photo missed.

And, of course, as soon as I pointed the camera at Mia and Bella who were cuddled up together in their square hammock, they moved.

They have available lables without any indication that they must go together. But on the website, they are listed as a bonded pair. As are Faith and Bud who are lording it in the play place. They choose beds as far from each other as they can get.

Joyful photos

I was at Safe Haven all day but only found time to photograph Faith and Bud. I made time to give them some serious cuddles because my previous neighbours adopted Sam and Sally from us at Peggy Brown's. Sally died last week. Sam died last year. I needed to cuddle some mature cats in memory of S & S.

Luckily, Joy took some photos. Our most recent arrivals are Cabbie from Cabramatta and his big sibs Uber and Taxi.

Some people have said that my choice of names is . . . lame. . . unalphabetical. . . un-catterly. But, for me, any names are better than no names. For example, when I sent off Rita and her kittens to be desexed today, I had no idea how many of the kittens were girls/boys. So I didn't know how many collars to attach to their carry cages. They all came back bare necked because the vet didn't/wouldn't dress them. I had to check the tummies. Rita has one girl (all black) and two boys. None of whom have names! (Nor photos because Joy had left by the time they returned from the vet). But Joy took a lovely photo of Miss Silky, who is just like her mum.

And of Matty and Maddie who are much happier away from Marigold. She, in turn, is much happier that her kittens have left the building (as far as she is concerned.)

The Soft Drink kids are getting bigger and more strident about meal times. This afternoon one discovered the joy of burrowing into the Kitten Kibble container. It didn't last long, but s/he will remember it.

No adoptions today but some visitors who may return.