FOR THE ONES NOT FOUND

This is for the family of five newborn kittens that were ripped away from their mother, while their eyes were still shut to this world and placed in a shopping bag to smother and die in the trash.  For the little ginger kittens, when their heads were held under water, until their lungs filled and exploded.  Or the calico older ones, used as dog bait and ripped limb from limb. 

My heart is crumpled and bruised and bleeding as I write this and many won't read any further and that is your choice. The  life of a feral or unwanted fur child is a traumatic, undignified one, usually ending in pain and darkness. 
And this is why I fight. This is why I try. And this is why I am a feral mom. 

To rescue a kitten trapped in barbed wire, and watch it transform from a bleeding and frantic ball of fur into a beautiful and valued family member, is something that you can't imagine. When I say, "watch it transform", it's not by magic.  It's by love, patience and perseverance.  It's being spat at, scratched and bitten.  It's raising funds for medication and vet bills, it's prayer for life versus suffering and death. 

It's a long and difficult process and definitely doesn't happen overnight. It goes from being hissed at and scratched, until that first time you are able to them and win their trust.  Yet, it's what needs to be done.

The thing is, we need your help and support. Please.  So when you next see a fundraising event for ferals, don't just shake your head and say "ag shame.. poor things"...  Do something!  Buy something small, even if you don't really want or need it.  Give a donation towards a spay or neutering or a bag of kibble.  Help us make a difference and save a life. 

Be a part of the drive to end feral suffering and cruelty.  Make a difference in your community.

Have a heart and love a feral cat.