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Animal Rescue — My Cuppa Tea

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105I just received my 105th feral foster kitten. I know, crazy, huh? Before I started Marin Friends of Ferals in 2009, I was mostly a dog person. Now don’t get me wrong; I love all animals. But dogs were more my cuppa tea. Or so I thought.

In 2005 I noticed a large colony of unaltered, hungry feral cats on a hillside. I thought — Hey, someone should do something about that. Then I realized I was that someone. So I learned to trap these often nocturnal animals to have them altered and vaccinated.

I’m here to tell ya, this work generally means crawling through bushes, shimmying under decks, wading through creeks, venturing into drainage pipes — all mostly at night by flashlight. In other words, I was made for this. Continue reading →

Here We Go Again (One Cat Closer to Crazy)

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I recently blogged that I’m not a crazy cat lady because I have only one feline. To be honest, I’m more a crazy dog lady. I have three, but could easily bring home three more if not for county regulations and the likely wrath of my neighbors.crazy dog ladyBesides, my family might have me committed for evaluation of my mental stability (or instability) should I rescue more dogs. Trust me, I’m relatively normal. Doctors can examine my brain all they want. They won’t find anything.

Wait, that didn’t come out right…Well, you know what I mean. Continue reading →

Adventures of a Not-So-Crazy Cat Lady

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Crazy cat ladyI think crazy is the operative word in my blog title. I agree there definitely is something to the phrase, crazy cat lady. Believe me, in our feral cat rescue, we encounter some, how shall I put it – eccentric women (why is it always women?) whose passion for cats borders on obsession.

Now don’t get me wrong; I’m not criticizing. I think anyone who devotes themselves to making life better for four-legged creatures is commendable. But I’ve also learned there’s a fine line. Continue reading →

How I Conquered a Phobia

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I think most people harbor a fear that borders on phobia. For me it’s snakes and small spaces. I understand why snakes give me the creeps, but small spaces? Maybe it’s the fear of suffocation or being trapped. Regardless, neither sound inviting to me.

I remember when we were kids, my brother put a pillow over my face as we played. I felt such terror that all rational thought left me; I screamed like I was dying. That feeling is still with me today whenever I feel confined. Continue reading →