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What happens to lost cats? The Crazy Cat Lady Speaks Out

Today marks a sad anniversary for me in two ways. One is my Grandma Starkenburg’s birthday. While she may have passed away many years ago, many memories remain. All good ones.

It is also the one year anniversary of losing our cat, Catzilla to cancer.

Catzilla was a “found” cat. Dumped at our farmhouse, she hardly ever left the house or the front steps after we invited her in, and preferred to sleep in my computer chair. She earned her name, but we’ll never know what abuse she suffered before she found us. She loved snuggling in bed, but did so rarely. She ate until she was round as a Butterball turkey and when she ran playing her cat games through the house, it sounded like a Clydesdale loping through. We miss you Catzilla!

Here’s the story of the ones we’ve “found”.

Sylvester was found in the Wal Mart parking lot. He’s doing fine. 20+lbs, but lost an eye when some other nasty human gave him a kick to the head. Purrs louder than a freight train, loves nap time, sleeps with a paw on my shoulder.

Marmalade was found in the kitten shelter near here. This girl rules the roost, loves to take a nap with her mom and loves to go for rides in a wheelbarrow.

Spook was an extremely underfed gray cat in the Hy-Vee parking lot. Now he’s beautiful. He sleeps with his tongue sticking out. He’s mild mannered and after several months of good food and attention, his stomach ailments from near starvation disappeared.

Tygrrr was given to us by a neighbor who was worried he wouldn’t make it through the winter. He’s had a time of it, our boy. Dislocated his hip and broken toes that left him with a lame leg and permanent limp, but I wouldn’t trade him for the world. He’s strong, independent, loves to go for walks and nothing makes him happier than burning trash with his dad.

Bear was found as a 2 day old baby under the hood of a truck in a parking lot. After weeks of hand feeding through the night and day, our boy is now a hefty 18 lbs. He loves to travel, going 1/8 mile each way to the neighbors and back. He’s big on mousing and the best cuddler of the group.

Catzilla was found crying in our back yard. It took many months to get past the abuse she’d obviously suffered, but she enjoyed sleeping in my computer chair, teasing the boy cats and going for walks with her dad.

Oscar Mayer the Weiner was also found crying in our back yard. He’s beautiful. He loves Whiska’s Temptations treats, rolling in the dirt and bringing in a variety of animals (dead and alive) to his ma and pa. He cuddles in his sleep and sees nothing wrong with waking the household at 4am for biscuits and a good scratching.

We’ve found others here and there, and we’ve found other homes for them.

Sometimes, being a lost cat means you’ll be found by the “right” family.

But for every cat we’ve found, there’s thousands that haven’t been. Shelters are full, many lost cats die of starvation or disease.

Please do your part and spay or neuter your cat. It’s the right thing to do.

Stray Cat Strut/The Crazy Cat Lady

Someday, when you’re bored, drive by our place. You might see a familiar figure sitting on the front steps, waving it’s little paw at you.

Our little farm appears to be a meeting place for lost/dumped/stray cats of the world to unite. Kind of like a United Nations of Cats. All colors, all nationalities. All loving Whiska’s Temptations.

Currently, we have six cats. This number jumps up and down fairly radically, depending on the season. It appears October through December is the prime season for the appearance of Stray Cats. Like early Christmas Presents, but not.

Our first cat I found in Wal Mart parking lot. Just walking up and down the rows of cars, waiting to be squished flatter than an IHop pancake. The second we actually PURCHASED from a cat shelter. (we know better now). The third was in the Hy-Vee lobby, the fourth in an abandoned pick up truck. The fifth was given to us and the sixth was found standing in the backyard screaming for his mother.

There’s been more, of course there has. The neighbors cat decided to move in with us, an orange cat came calling. A pregnant black cat appeared around Halloween a few years ago and another black cat in screaming heat showed up in our basement one day yowling I Will Survive.

We’ve managed to find homes for those we didn’t keep, even though I don’t really have any friends anymore after The Great Want A Stray Cat? Hunt of 2009.

Currently, we’re in the process of trying to catch another neighbors cat, who seems to think he’d like to stay awhile. We’d prefer he went back home. Cat harmony and all of that. Until you’ve heard our female orange cat with her “Get away from me you horrid man you!” yowl, you ain’t heard nuthin’.

I’m pretty much thinking this all makes me kinda The Crazy Cat Lady, except I do happen to know a lady about 20 miles away who purchased two homes for her stray cats. Yes, homes. One is even a two story farm house. Just for cats.

Kinda makes me look like small potatoes with my Cat Gang of six, doesn’t it?



Edited to Add: We did catch the neighbors cat and took it back home. Live Trap and Friskies Beef and Liver did the trick!
Re-edited to Add: The neighbors cat is back. Sigh

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