On 2 April I celebrate both my kiddens' birth days. Jemima, born three years ago, was raised in the ranks of a feral colony (aka DustbinCats) until trapped at the age of ± 5 months and tamed after another 5 months or so. Gremmy and siblings, born two years ago, were thrown into a dumpster with the rest of a female person's unwanted belongings when she moved to another place of residence. Gremmy, the only survivor, was less than 10 days old...
Jemima, my tamed feral, is my 'love' cat. Cuddles, purrs, sits on my lap every chance she gets and sleeps in my arms. Gremmy is my baby monster girl... Indescribable speed and energy, catches and chews everything that flies or crawls and only drinks water from running taps, also sleeps in my arms.
Jemima-Moo, mama loves you for much more than you believing that Gremmy (aka The-Little-One) is your own flesh and blood baby girl. Mama's heart fills with love and pride when you call Gremms with your prrrp, prrrp sounds. And when prrrp, prrrp doesn't work, you voice your opinion about us (me and Gremmy) not answering.
Gremms, Niss (Naughtiness) mama finally understands everything (and more) about aunty Karma... The sun would shine a thousand times less bright and my life would be a gazillion times less exciting without your daily head-butting and nightly exfoliating sessions.
Moo, Niss, mama loves you unconditionally forever till death do us part. Thank you for enriching my life and happy 3rd & 2nd birth days. Cheers to many (MANY) more happy healthy years.
Love
Mama
xxxxx
Monday, April 4, 2011
Friday, March 25, 2011
A letter from a shelter manager
I received this letter today, 25 March 2011. WARNING: This is serious hard-core truth, honest, raw feelings and experiences. My plea: adopt from rescue shelters rather than buying from breeders or pet shops...
The letter:
Hate me if you want to. The truth and reality hurts. I just hope I may have changed one person's mind about breeding their dog or cat, taking their loving pet to a shelter, or buying a dog. I hope that someone will walk into my shelter and say "I saw this and it made me want to adopt". THAT WOULD MAKE IT WORTH IT.
I think our society needs a huge "wake-up" call. As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all... a view from the inside if you will.
First off, all of you breeders/sellers should be made to work in the "back" of an animal shelter for just one day. Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you would change your mind about breeding and selling to people you don't even know.
That puppy or kitten you just sold or gave away will most likely end up in my shelter when it's not a cute little plaything anymore. So how would you feel if you knew that there's about a 90% chance that your dog or cat will never walk alive out of the shelter it has been dumped in? Pure-bred or not! About 50% of all the dogs that are "owner surrenders" or "strays" that come into my shelter are pure-bred.
The most common excuses I hear are; "We are moving and we can't take our dog (or cat)." Really? Where are you moving to that doesn't allow pets? Did you really not enquire beforehand?
They say "The dog got bigger than we thought it would". How big did you think a German shepherd would get?
"We don't have time for her". Really? I work a 10-12 hour day and still have time for my 6 dogs!
"She's tearing up our garden". How about making her a part of your family?
They always tell me "We just don't want to have to stress about finding a place for her. We know she'll get adopted, she's a good dog". Don’t kid yourself. Face reality: you have just signed her death warrant. Live with that!
Odds are your pet won't get adopted and how stressful do you think being in a shelter is? Well, let me tell you, your pet has 72 hours to find a new family from the moment you drop it off. Sometimes a little longer if the shelter isn't full and your dog manages to stay completely healthy. If it sniffles, it dies.
Your pet will be confined to a small run/kennel in a room with about 25 other barking or crying animals. It will have to relieve itself where it eats and sleeps. It will be depressed and it will cry constantly for the family that abandoned it. If your pet is lucky, I will have enough volunteers in that day to take him/her for a walk. If I don't, your pet won't get any attention besides having a bowl of food slid under the kennel door and the waste sprayed out of its pen with a high-powered hose. If your dog is big, black or any of the "Bully" breeds (Pit Bull, Rottweiler, Bull Mastiff, Bull Terrier etc.) it was pretty much dead when you walked it through the front door. Those dogs just don't get adopted. It doesn't matter how 'sweet' or 'well behaved' they are.
If your dog doesn't get adopted within 72 hours and the shelter is full, it will have to be killed. If the shelter isn't full and your dog is good enough, and of a desirable enough breed it may get a stay of execution, but not for long. Most dogs get very kennel protective after about a week and are killed for showing aggression. Even the sweetest dogs will turn in this environment. If your pet makes it over all of those hurdles chances are it will get kennel cough or an upper respiratory infection and will be killed because shelters just don't have the money to pay for even a R100 treatment.
Here's a little euthanasia for those of you that have never witnessed a perfectly healthy, scared animal being "put-down".
First, your pet will be taken from its kennel on a leash. They always think they are going for a walk, wagging their tails happily. Until they get to "The Room", where every one of them freaks out and puts on the brakes when we get to the door. It must smell like death or they can feel the sad souls that are left in there, it's strange, but it happens with every one of them. Your dog or cat will be restrained, held down by one or two helpers depending on the size and how freaked out they are. Then a euthanasia tech or a vet will start the process. They will find a vein in the front leg and inject a lethal dose of the "pink stuff". Hopefully your pet doesn't panic from being restrained and jerk. I've seen the needles tear out of a leg and been covered with blood and been deafened by the yelps and screams. They all don't just "go to sleep", sometimes they spasm for a while, gasp for air and defecate on themselves. Kittens and puppies’ veins are too tiny for a needle so the executioner carries out death by lethal injection by thrusting the needle straight through the sternum into what they hope is the little beating heart. Sometimes they miss and hit the spleen.... the liver. Enough said. And don’t let anyone tell you they don’t do this to baby dogs and cats. THEY DO!! THERE IS NO CHOICE.
When it’s all over, your pet’s corpse will be stacked like firewood in a large freezer in the back together with all of the other animals that were killed, waiting to be collected like garbage. What happens next? Cremated? Taken to the dump? Turned into pet food? You'll never know and it probably won't even cross your mind. It was just an animal and you can always buy another one, right?
I hope that those of you that have read this are bawling your eyes out and can't get the pictures out of your head. I deal with this everyday on the way home from work. And many of us become alcoholics to drown the nightmares.
I hate my job, I hate that it exists and I hate that it will always be there unless you people make some changes and realise that the lives you are affecting go much farther than the pets you dump at a shelter. Between 9 and 11 MILLION animals die every year in shelters and only you can stop it. I do my best to save every life I can but rescues are always full, and there are more animals coming in everyday than there are good homes.
The point to all of this?
Don’t buy a puppy or kitten from breeders or pet shops while shelter pets die.
Don’t breed your dog or cat. Have her sterilised.
You want your dog or cat to have just one litter for your children to witness the miracle of birth? Then you should be prepared to complete their education by allowing them to witness the miracle of death in the back room of a shelter.
You never have a problem finding good homes for your puppies or kittens? Visit them six months later to see what happened to them. Still there? Lonely and neglected in a back yard or a happy part of the family and allowed to sleep inside?
When you are old, don’t adopt a puppy or very young dog when there is a good chance that they will outlive you. Rather give an older cat or dog a peaceful home.
Don’t acquire a pet on a spur of the moment or give in to the demands of a whining child. Dogs can live twelve to sixteen years depending on breed, cats up to twenty years. Where will you be fifteen years from now? Taking pets with you when emigrating is not an option because of endless quarantine and costs.
Don’t ever “rescue” a puppy from a man standing on a street corner. By paying him you encourage puppy factories and hamper efforts by animal charities to sterilise township dogs. And what do you do afterwards? Give it to a charity, only to be killed in the end? Or keep it and deprive a shelter dog of a home?
The letter:
Hate me if you want to. The truth and reality hurts. I just hope I may have changed one person's mind about breeding their dog or cat, taking their loving pet to a shelter, or buying a dog. I hope that someone will walk into my shelter and say "I saw this and it made me want to adopt". THAT WOULD MAKE IT WORTH IT.
I think our society needs a huge "wake-up" call. As a shelter manager, I am going to share a little insight with you all... a view from the inside if you will.
First off, all of you breeders/sellers should be made to work in the "back" of an animal shelter for just one day. Maybe if you saw the life drain from a few sad, lost, confused eyes, you would change your mind about breeding and selling to people you don't even know.
That puppy or kitten you just sold or gave away will most likely end up in my shelter when it's not a cute little plaything anymore. So how would you feel if you knew that there's about a 90% chance that your dog or cat will never walk alive out of the shelter it has been dumped in? Pure-bred or not! About 50% of all the dogs that are "owner surrenders" or "strays" that come into my shelter are pure-bred.
The most common excuses I hear are; "We are moving and we can't take our dog (or cat)." Really? Where are you moving to that doesn't allow pets? Did you really not enquire beforehand?
They say "The dog got bigger than we thought it would". How big did you think a German shepherd would get?
"We don't have time for her". Really? I work a 10-12 hour day and still have time for my 6 dogs!
"She's tearing up our garden". How about making her a part of your family?
They always tell me "We just don't want to have to stress about finding a place for her. We know she'll get adopted, she's a good dog". Don’t kid yourself. Face reality: you have just signed her death warrant. Live with that!
Odds are your pet won't get adopted and how stressful do you think being in a shelter is? Well, let me tell you, your pet has 72 hours to find a new family from the moment you drop it off. Sometimes a little longer if the shelter isn't full and your dog manages to stay completely healthy. If it sniffles, it dies.
Your pet will be confined to a small run/kennel in a room with about 25 other barking or crying animals. It will have to relieve itself where it eats and sleeps. It will be depressed and it will cry constantly for the family that abandoned it. If your pet is lucky, I will have enough volunteers in that day to take him/her for a walk. If I don't, your pet won't get any attention besides having a bowl of food slid under the kennel door and the waste sprayed out of its pen with a high-powered hose. If your dog is big, black or any of the "Bully" breeds (Pit Bull, Rottweiler, Bull Mastiff, Bull Terrier etc.) it was pretty much dead when you walked it through the front door. Those dogs just don't get adopted. It doesn't matter how 'sweet' or 'well behaved' they are.
If your dog doesn't get adopted within 72 hours and the shelter is full, it will have to be killed. If the shelter isn't full and your dog is good enough, and of a desirable enough breed it may get a stay of execution, but not for long. Most dogs get very kennel protective after about a week and are killed for showing aggression. Even the sweetest dogs will turn in this environment. If your pet makes it over all of those hurdles chances are it will get kennel cough or an upper respiratory infection and will be killed because shelters just don't have the money to pay for even a R100 treatment.
Here's a little euthanasia for those of you that have never witnessed a perfectly healthy, scared animal being "put-down".
First, your pet will be taken from its kennel on a leash. They always think they are going for a walk, wagging their tails happily. Until they get to "The Room", where every one of them freaks out and puts on the brakes when we get to the door. It must smell like death or they can feel the sad souls that are left in there, it's strange, but it happens with every one of them. Your dog or cat will be restrained, held down by one or two helpers depending on the size and how freaked out they are. Then a euthanasia tech or a vet will start the process. They will find a vein in the front leg and inject a lethal dose of the "pink stuff". Hopefully your pet doesn't panic from being restrained and jerk. I've seen the needles tear out of a leg and been covered with blood and been deafened by the yelps and screams. They all don't just "go to sleep", sometimes they spasm for a while, gasp for air and defecate on themselves. Kittens and puppies’ veins are too tiny for a needle so the executioner carries out death by lethal injection by thrusting the needle straight through the sternum into what they hope is the little beating heart. Sometimes they miss and hit the spleen.... the liver. Enough said. And don’t let anyone tell you they don’t do this to baby dogs and cats. THEY DO!! THERE IS NO CHOICE.
When it’s all over, your pet’s corpse will be stacked like firewood in a large freezer in the back together with all of the other animals that were killed, waiting to be collected like garbage. What happens next? Cremated? Taken to the dump? Turned into pet food? You'll never know and it probably won't even cross your mind. It was just an animal and you can always buy another one, right?
I hope that those of you that have read this are bawling your eyes out and can't get the pictures out of your head. I deal with this everyday on the way home from work. And many of us become alcoholics to drown the nightmares.
I hate my job, I hate that it exists and I hate that it will always be there unless you people make some changes and realise that the lives you are affecting go much farther than the pets you dump at a shelter. Between 9 and 11 MILLION animals die every year in shelters and only you can stop it. I do my best to save every life I can but rescues are always full, and there are more animals coming in everyday than there are good homes.
The point to all of this?
Don’t buy a puppy or kitten from breeders or pet shops while shelter pets die.
Don’t breed your dog or cat. Have her sterilised.
You want your dog or cat to have just one litter for your children to witness the miracle of birth? Then you should be prepared to complete their education by allowing them to witness the miracle of death in the back room of a shelter.
You never have a problem finding good homes for your puppies or kittens? Visit them six months later to see what happened to them. Still there? Lonely and neglected in a back yard or a happy part of the family and allowed to sleep inside?
When you are old, don’t adopt a puppy or very young dog when there is a good chance that they will outlive you. Rather give an older cat or dog a peaceful home.
Don’t acquire a pet on a spur of the moment or give in to the demands of a whining child. Dogs can live twelve to sixteen years depending on breed, cats up to twenty years. Where will you be fifteen years from now? Taking pets with you when emigrating is not an option because of endless quarantine and costs.
Don’t ever “rescue” a puppy from a man standing on a street corner. By paying him you encourage puppy factories and hamper efforts by animal charities to sterilise township dogs. And what do you do afterwards? Give it to a charity, only to be killed in the end? Or keep it and deprive a shelter dog of a home?
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
New DustbinCats kittens
DustbinCats colony has accepted three (already sterilised) kittens and I'm loving watching the new long-haired cherubs establish their own somewhat demanding personalities in the hierarchy! (Actually, they're just very cute and I would love to adopt them!) Julius (Alpha male after Prince's passing) just sits and watches the little ones' antics. Poor Julius ;-) They're too fast for him to sit on. One day I'll find out why he does this, but if you happen to know why the Alpha cat sits on the others, please let me know, I'm really interested in this strange behaviour.
Things have been and are continually going pear-shaped at DustbinCats. Most of my feeding bowls have gone missing... I'm left with about five feeding bowls, mainly because I've turned some of the water bowls into feeding bowls... I'm thankful for the long weekend coming up, gives me ample opportunity to re-establish/mark my colony's territory....
Things have been and are continually going pear-shaped at DustbinCats. Most of my feeding bowls have gone missing... I'm left with about five feeding bowls, mainly because I've turned some of the water bowls into feeding bowls... I'm thankful for the long weekend coming up, gives me ample opportunity to re-establish/mark my colony's territory....
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
Wonderful people, awesome life
Where to begin? This week has been fantastic and its only Wednesday!
Lance finally came out of hospital after a (very serious) bowel thingy. We're all very relieved to have him back to normal! (What. is. /normal/? will be discussed in another forum... maybe.)
(A very nervous) Leanne adopted a 2 week old black and white kitten. In typical *Flea style, the baby was named Daisy - cause she looks like a cow << translated, she has the same colouring as a black & white cow.
*Name: Leanne, surname starts with an F. Mix 'em up and you get Flea.
(I'm going to try and load the baby Daisy pic -- she's aaaaaaawww gorgeous!)
There have been many requests for foster moms this week and every fosterer in Jo'burg is full-house. So this is where Flea stepped in. Not only has she adopted little Daisy who needs her (almost) 24/7, she's also fostering and I quote: "These 5 are a demolition derby. Very cute indeed." << her words. Thank you friend. Now don't go losing my phone number as promised ;-)
Monique is the wonderful lady who rescued Daisy and her two siblings from /horrid/ conditions. God bless you, you are a saint!! DeniseW, thank you for being in my life and for openly sharing information, your vast knowledge and experience. (Jemima would not be alive and /very/ tame if it wasn't for all your patience and advice!!)
More good stuff! Whilst feeding my colony tonight, one of the property owners stopped for a chat and asked about the well-being of my "after December, less than 30-cherubs". He was not aware that promises had been made on behalf of the three owners, to feed and water my colony. He's taking charge tomorrow morning as it is their responsibility. (I moaned about their commitment in a previous post.) YAY!!
Update on the two long hair feral kittens (previous post): Francois is not able to tame them. If anyone is willing to tame (its not that hard, Francois just doesn't have time), please contact me reneebc@gmail.com. Ps. I trapped Jemima when she was about 5 months old and she is my "love cat"! Never stops purring, sits on my lap and sleeps in my arms!
Thank you for reading my blog. And please feel free to contact me.
Lance finally came out of hospital after a (very serious) bowel thingy. We're all very relieved to have him back to normal! (What. is. /normal/? will be discussed in another forum... maybe.)
(A very nervous) Leanne adopted a 2 week old black and white kitten. In typical *Flea style, the baby was named Daisy - cause she looks like a cow << translated, she has the same colouring as a black & white cow.
*Name: Leanne, surname starts with an F. Mix 'em up and you get Flea.
(I'm going to try and load the baby Daisy pic -- she's aaaaaaawww gorgeous!)
There have been many requests for foster moms this week and every fosterer in Jo'burg is full-house. So this is where Flea stepped in. Not only has she adopted little Daisy who needs her (almost) 24/7, she's also fostering and I quote: "These 5 are a demolition derby. Very cute indeed." << her words. Thank you friend. Now don't go losing my phone number as promised ;-)
Monique is the wonderful lady who rescued Daisy and her two siblings from /horrid/ conditions. God bless you, you are a saint!! DeniseW, thank you for being in my life and for openly sharing information, your vast knowledge and experience. (Jemima would not be alive and /very/ tame if it wasn't for all your patience and advice!!)
More good stuff! Whilst feeding my colony tonight, one of the property owners stopped for a chat and asked about the well-being of my "after December, less than 30-cherubs". He was not aware that promises had been made on behalf of the three owners, to feed and water my colony. He's taking charge tomorrow morning as it is their responsibility. (I moaned about their commitment in a previous post.) YAY!!
Update on the two long hair feral kittens (previous post): Francois is not able to tame them. If anyone is willing to tame (its not that hard, Francois just doesn't have time), please contact me reneebc@gmail.com. Ps. I trapped Jemima when she was about 5 months old and she is my "love cat"! Never stops purring, sits on my lap and sleeps in my arms!
Thank you for reading my blog. And please feel free to contact me.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Saving kittens
On Sunday 20 Feb, *Denise and I went through to Lifestyle to trap the two long hair feral kittens that 'arrived' at my (100% sterile) DustbinCats colony. We met up with Francois and discussed the next steps once we'd trapped the little cherubs.
Francois set the trap and the baby boy's hunger led him straight in. Little sister followed - almost forcing big brother to step in further. As the boy stepped forward and onto the plate, he triggered the trap door and both kittens were trapped. <-- This is the fastest trap I've ever been involved in -- less than 1 minute!!
These two cherubs are still very young and stand a good chance of being tamed and finding loving homes.
If you give a shit about animals and this planet, please act like a responsible human being and sterilise your pet/s. To all the awesome people who dedicate their time, money and lives for the betterment of those who cannot speak for themselves, I salute you!
*Denise, neighbour and friend, who was bitten by Prince DustbinCat in July 2010 is alive and well and has recovered 100%.
Francois set the trap and the baby boy's hunger led him straight in. Little sister followed - almost forcing big brother to step in further. As the boy stepped forward and onto the plate, he triggered the trap door and both kittens were trapped. <-- This is the fastest trap I've ever been involved in -- less than 1 minute!!
These two cherubs are still very young and stand a good chance of being tamed and finding loving homes.
If you give a shit about animals and this planet, please act like a responsible human being and sterilise your pet/s. To all the awesome people who dedicate their time, money and lives for the betterment of those who cannot speak for themselves, I salute you!
*Denise, neighbour and friend, who was bitten by Prince DustbinCat in July 2010 is alive and well and has recovered 100%.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Kittens and the permanent state of being semi pregmant...
11 Feb 2011
Golly, how do I explain this? Someone who really loves cats is always semi pregmant. *Some* of the *many* reasons for these 'phantom' pregmancies is because we either need a cat in every colour, or we need to save a life or we need a long-hair / short hair / psycho / ran-into-a-putco-bus-face / surprise (sad/squint/blue)-eyes / short-crooked-or-no tail / lemme-see-if-I-can-tame-it / have-you-ever-seen-anything-this-cute-in-your-life / *add your own reason here* cat.
I'm ALWAYS semi pregmant (aka willing to adopt another little cherub < multiply the 'another little cherub' by X). The (awesome) company that I work for has merged with another (awesome) company and we've moved into (awesome) new offices. My feral colony lives behind our previous office block and its a huge schlepp to travel from the new office via the old office and then home. The property owners (where my colony resides) promised feed and water my kitties during the week and I will resume the position of "butler/doctor/mom" every weekend to sort out whatever needs sorting, medicating and spoiling... May I remind you at this point that I pride myself in the fact that my entire colony is sterilised.
Two weeks in the new offices and irregular visits to my colony during the weekdays (because I don't necessarily trust many people and ultimately, the colony's health and existence is my responsibility), I suddenly have two long hair kittens - no older than between 6-8 weeks. Its hard to tell a feral kitten's age because of malnutrition.
I arrive home to my tamed feral, Jemima (Mau-Mau, Moo) and my dumpster-hand-reared, Gremms (Niss (short for Naughtiness) or 'the-little-one') and declare: Mama's pregmant... Two LONG haired cherubs need a loving home. They're a little wild but young enough to tame. And cute as a bag of monkeys :)
Anyone willing to adopt one or two feral kittens?
Golly, how do I explain this? Someone who really loves cats is always semi pregmant. *Some* of the *many* reasons for these 'phantom' pregmancies is because we either need a cat in every colour, or we need to save a life or we need a long-hair / short hair / psycho / ran-into-a-putco-bus-face / surprise (sad/squint/blue)-eyes / short-crooked-or-no tail / lemme-see-if-I-can-tame-it / have-you-ever-seen-anything-this-cute-in-your-life / *add your own reason here* cat.
I'm ALWAYS semi pregmant (aka willing to adopt another little cherub < multiply the 'another little cherub' by X). The (awesome) company that I work for has merged with another (awesome) company and we've moved into (awesome) new offices. My feral colony lives behind our previous office block and its a huge schlepp to travel from the new office via the old office and then home. The property owners (where my colony resides) promised feed and water my kitties during the week and I will resume the position of "butler/doctor/mom" every weekend to sort out whatever needs sorting, medicating and spoiling... May I remind you at this point that I pride myself in the fact that my entire colony is sterilised.
Two weeks in the new offices and irregular visits to my colony during the weekdays (because I don't necessarily trust many people and ultimately, the colony's health and existence is my responsibility), I suddenly have two long hair kittens - no older than between 6-8 weeks. Its hard to tell a feral kitten's age because of malnutrition.
I arrive home to my tamed feral, Jemima (Mau-Mau, Moo) and my dumpster-hand-reared, Gremms (Niss (short for Naughtiness) or 'the-little-one') and declare: Mama's pregmant... Two LONG haired cherubs need a loving home. They're a little wild but young enough to tame. And cute as a bag of monkeys :)
Anyone willing to adopt one or two feral kittens?
Friday, January 28, 2011
Healthy feral cat
This is a happy post -- Blackedee is healthy after 14 days on (previous post) antibiotics. My boy is bushy tailed and bright eyed again. Many people in the office park have commented on "the sick kitty's" 'new appearance'. Blackedee is a handsome, long-haired black&white boy and is starting to tame a little after much attention /inflicted/ on him in the past 14 days. He survived all my fussing (I stroked him while he was eating!) - bless his four white paws :)
After November and December losses, I'm a lot more positive about my colony's survival. New mission is to de-worm the cherubs - all suggestions and ideas are welcome! I think its going to be quite easy to de-worm Blackedee since he's become a bit of a mama's boy after his 2 week antibiotic-secretly-disguised-in-soft-food treatment. I cannot afford to buy my colony 'soft food' -- only the sick ones get 'special treats' and its not easy separating them for treatment...
** I always look out for 'chicken specials' across Pick n Pay, Checkers, Spar et al and purchase as many as the month's budget allows to be able to 'treat' my colony on weekends. (Squinton (and Heena r.i.p.) /lives/ for chicken treats!! :)
If you're following my blog or have any interest in helping me feed (or medicate) my DustbinCats colony - I welcome food and/or money donations. Please contact me via reneebc@gmail.com
After November and December losses, I'm a lot more positive about my colony's survival. New mission is to de-worm the cherubs - all suggestions and ideas are welcome! I think its going to be quite easy to de-worm Blackedee since he's become a bit of a mama's boy after his 2 week antibiotic-secretly-disguised-in-soft-food treatment. I cannot afford to buy my colony 'soft food' -- only the sick ones get 'special treats' and its not easy separating them for treatment...
** I always look out for 'chicken specials' across Pick n Pay, Checkers, Spar et al and purchase as many as the month's budget allows to be able to 'treat' my colony on weekends. (Squinton (and Heena r.i.p.) /lives/ for chicken treats!! :)
If you're following my blog or have any interest in helping me feed (or medicate) my DustbinCats colony - I welcome food and/or money donations. Please contact me via reneebc@gmail.com
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