Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adoption. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

A Shout Out for Curry's Canine Friends

"Hi Everyone.  It's Wednesday again.  I guess that means something to you humans, but to me it's just another day of being a cat.  The only special days for me are Saturday and Sunday because that's when I get to see more of my mom.  Also, when she's home sick.  Is it bad for me to want her to be home sick more often?  Hmm... 

This edition of my blog is a public service announcement for, of all things, dogs.  Yes, you heard me say it: I don't have a problem with dogs.  Of course, I don't get to be around them much at all.  When I go to the vet there are dogs, and I like to watch them, and I'm not scared when they come up to my carrier to sniff me.  However, I don't get to tease them and mess with their minds because, like I said, I'm stuck in the carrier.  I haven't convinced mom to let me out of the carrier in the vet's waiting room.  I don't know why she's worried, because it's the dogs that should be worried.  But anyway...


I don't have a preference as to the best or the worst dog breeds.  I know that dogs come in sizes that start smaller than me (like Yorkies and Chihuahuas), and range to much, much larger than me (like Great Danes and Newfoundlands).  Some of them even weigh more than small humans.  I guess the Boxer is somewhere in between, and that's the dog I'm talking about today.  My mom has a friend named Kristin who volunteers to help Boxers who need a home.  I support this effort, because if there hadn't been a cat adoption agency to take me in, and my mom hadn't fostered and then adopted me, you probably wouldn't be reading this blog.  Because I might be a stray cat, or I might be in a bad home, or worse, I might not be here at all.  It's very humbling to know that humans do a lot for us animals (even though we are superior to them).  By the way, the Boxers in the photo above are Cassius and Millie and they live with my mom's other friend Rachel.

So, if you have a place in your home, and your heart, to take in a Boxer who needs a temporary home, or a forever home, please call the folks at Adopt A Boxer Rescue at 877-570-0360.  They work all over the Northeast US.  I hear that right now there is a great need for foster and permanent homes in the Washington, DC metro area (specifically, Maryland).  If you can't take in a Boxer, maybe you know someone who can.  Or maybe you could make a donation.  In any case, please help us spread the word.

And of course, I hope you will also help out cats in need.  You don't need to go any farther than your local animal shelter to find a cat who needs your love.  You can also start at Petfinder.

There.  I've done my duty for my canine friends.  Please consider helping Adopt A Boxer Rescue and tell them Curry sent you."

Uh, folks, everything Curry said is right, but don't tell the kind folks at Adopt A Boxer Rescue that Curry sent you; they will have no idea who you're talking about.  Unless, of course, you share this blog with them!

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Real Men Like Cats

This is Curry's first interview! She interviewed my friend John, who selflessly rescues cats and finds them good homes. John has worked with cat rescue organizations in Columbus, Ohio, but to me, his most notable work involves the stray cats he rescues from his own neighborhood. In fact, that's how I came to adopt both Willie and Grayson.  John rescued Willie as a gangly teen, and I took him in shortly thereafter. Grayson's story is a little different. John couldn't say no to a petite, three-legged, pregnant cat. Affectionately known as "Stumpy" (I know, I know), she gave birth to four healthy kittens in June 2009. I took in Grayson, my neighbor adopted Bailey, and Frisco and Spice went to a third happy home; Stumpy has been spayed and still lives with John. Here, Curry discusses cat rescue and other topics with John.

Curry: Uncle John, you are one of my favorite people. Thank you for taking this interview. Let’s start out with you telling everyone how you came to love cats.

John: Let me start by saying thank you for interviewing me. I'm honored, as I've always been a fan of yours, even before you were famous. I have always had animals in my life and have always loved them. I did prefer big dogs for a long time though because I thought they were the most loving. Growing up, our cat wasn't too interested in attention from me, so I came to the conclusion that cats are aloof and don't care for much attention because they're so independent. Everyone else seemed to think that way, so it seemed to make sense. Well then I met your Mom. She had three cats who were different than other cats I had met. They were very close to Sandy and loved interaction.

Curry: Yes, they were my siblings Maggie, Sage and Thor.  I miss them.

John: They were great cats. This started me thinking a bit differently about all cats. A couple of years later, I got a kitten for a girl I was living with. She already had one cat, but wanted another. That kitten showed a lot of interest in me and I bonded with her. We called her "Little Kitty" back then, but today her name is Bast (or sometimes Abby) and she is still with me. I was so taken with her, I started reading a lot about cats and their behavior, which made me even more interested in them. I was learning that they are very social creatures who can love deeply. After breaking it off with the girl, Bast and I started adopting other cats in need.

Curry: Some people think that cats are feminine, and you’re a straight guy who loves our kind. How do you justify this to closed-minded people?

John: Well I try to avoid closed-minded people, but sometimes I do try to get through to the occasional person who still believes that stereotype, which is a ridiculous one. Between cats and dogs, cats appeal much more to my masculine side. They are the most efficient killers in the world and are braver than any other animal I know of. I don't know of any dog owners who sustain the same number of injuries I do from my cats. I get gouged, scratched and poked on a regular basis. And it takes a much bigger man to walk against the stereotypes than to simply conform.

Curry: I'm a non-conformist myself.  So, tell me a little bit about your own cats.

John: Bast was the one who taught me the most. She went straight for my heart and got it. She helped me learn about cats. She is small, soft and amazingly beautiful. When Bast was a year old, I decided to get her some friends. I found Johnny & Ariel, brother and sister, at the Sawmill Animal Hospital. No other creatures in my life, including humans, have ever been so close to me. These two quickly became my soul mates and we depend HEAVILY on each other for much love. Achilles was my fourth. I found him outside my apartment and when I walked up to him, he acted as if he knew I was coming and went right along with me. After much posting, no one stepped forward to claim him, so I had to make a decision. I decided that 3 was enough, so I took him to the Capital Area Humane Society. When I was standing there at the counter about to hand him over, I looked him in the eye and he looked back at me and I realized that although he had no idea what would happen, he did know that he was in my hands and he had given me that trust. He looked me right in the eye, wondering what I was doing with him. It was then I realized I could not hand him over. So here he has stayed. Thank GOD. He gives better rubs, bumps & cuddles than anyone! A few months later, a lady at work brought in 2 little kittens (Hollywood & Speed) that she found on her back porch. She was going to take them to the shelter. At one point, they both got set on my desk & hung out there for a while. Big mistake, because I then said I'd hold on to them for a while. Well they were just too cute and I didn't see that big of a difference between 4 & 6. But then a week later she found their other brother, BlackJack, so I took him in too (unfortunately he has since passed on). Blizzard, my last permanent cat, came from the people in the apartment behind me. They were moving and they were going to just let him go outside. I'd met him before as a kitten and wondered how I could get him out of that place (they had raised other cats and then simply put them out to be homeless once they were adults). So it worked out that they just came over & offered him up. At that point, I had already been fostering & finding homes for other cats & kittens I had rescued, but I wasn't about to try to find him a home because he was just too gorgeous. I have three others currently, Stumpy, Pei Wei and Lucky, who could go to another home if I could find good ones, but they might end up staying with me. Lucky is an all black cat who crossed my path the summer of '08. I found a home for him but he came back a few months ago. Pei Wei crept up to my front porch that same summer while I was sitting out there. And I found Stumpy last year outside my front door, pregnant and missing a back foot. I found homes for all 4 of her kittens, but you already know that, because one is your roommate, Grayson. So in case you're not keeping count, that's 10 total right now.


Curry: That's a lot of cats! And I thought our family was big. Can you estimate how many cats you’ve fostered or helped find a forever home?

John: In the last 7 years, I have taken in over 40 cats. Only 6 have passed over the rainbow bridge so far.

Curry: What was your most rewarding experience helping needy cats?

John: I don't think of any as more rewarding than the others. I help because in each case I'm presented with a decision to make and I make the one I know God wants me to make. The fact that many cats who may have been abandoned now get much love on a daily basis is pretty rewarding.

Curry: I know my mom is thankful that you rescued Willie and Grayson for her, but I have to ask: was Grayson always such a pesky little kitten?

John: Yes. First of all, Grayson is a male and we males tend to be a little too high strung. Secondly, he's very young and still has a great deal of energy. In addition to those things, he grew up with a lot of other cats around, which means he never learned to respect the privacy or personal space of a cat like you, who came to expect a certain amount of space and respect. Just hang in there and keep trying to teach him and don't be afraid to learn a few things yourself!

Curry: Other than hanging out with cats, what human hobbies do you enjoy?

John: I enjoy computers, phones and other cool electronic gadgets - I like taking them apart and learning how to fix them. I also love to kayak and fish - usually together.

Curry: Ooh, I wish I could go fishing with you.  But I digress... The President adopted a dog. What do you think of that?

John: I think it's great that our President set an example for the nation by adopting an animal in need. However, it would be nice to see some cats in the White House as well.

Curry: What advice do you have for a human who is thinking of adopting a cat?

John: Read! Read about behavior and needs. Read about what makes cats do what they do. Read about declawing and other procedures. Read about what it's going to take to care for a cat. And finally, DON'T SHOP, ADOPT!!!!

Curry: Thanks for all this great information, Uncle John. You are an inspiration to other animal lovers.  Say hi to your cats from me, and tell Stumpy that her son Grayson may be a pest, but he has a great home with us now.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Crazy Lady Cat Strikes Out


No, not the crazy cat lady! The cat lady is sane…it’s the cat who’s crazy! I'm Sandy, and that cat is Curry, my beautiful Siamese girl. It was only a matter of time before she had her own blog (she’s been on Facebook for awhile now). Curry may be ambitious and crazy, but she’s still a cat. Therefore, she can’t type (or is it that she won’t type?). Therefore, I’m her servant and will be writing this blog on her behalf. So, how about some introductions…

Curry is a ¾ Siamese mix who was rescued near George Washington’s home Mount Vernon in Alexandria, Virginia. I adopted her and Zorro, a handsome black and white male, in 2003. The moral of the story is that I can never, ever, foster cats again. The reason is because I was only supposed to have Curry and Zorro for two nights but I couldn't let them go. My soon-to-be sweethearts were up for adoption through my local Petco. I passed the cage that served as their temporary digs and noticed a sign: “dear Petco customers: all of our foster homes are full…we need a home for Thanksgiving this year…it will be dark and lonely here in the store…would you please consider watching us for two nights?” What could I say to that? They were staring at me with puppy dog eyes (yes, cats can have puppy dog eyes), and the adoption lady was right there, just waiting to talk me into it. I caved. Sure, I could watch them for two nights. It would be fun and easy. I would return Curry and Zorro to Petco the Friday morning after Thanksgiving so they could move on to their next foster home. Long story short, I went in Friday morning with no cats, and check in hand, asking “what’s the adoption fee?” Curry was only 6 months old and very petite; Zorro was 1 ½ years, gorgeous but shy, and doted on his “little sister” as you can see from the photo of one of their first nights with me.

We’ve been through thick and thin since then. We’ve said goodbye to some of our other feline family members, and have welcomed new ones. Curry’s current cat family includes Zorro, 2 year old Willie, and 9 month old Grayson. Curry plans to blog regularly, so please keep reading. You probably already know that, as a Siamese cat, she’s incredibly smart. She has a lot to share, and she’d also like to hear from you!