Skills: he sounds when he meows like he's trying to talk in humanspeak!
Arrival Story: Proud to be one of Samoa's Dreamboats, Feburary 2013!
One day, while still living with my sister, she called us and told us there was a grey cat on our front walk. He sat there, staring up at us soulfully. He didn't move, and stayed there, imploring us with his eyes to help him. We began to feed him. He was standoffish at first, and then began to let us pet him. When we knew we had to move (the house we were living in was my moms, who had passed the year before), we knew we would take Smokie with us. We had to trap him, something I disliked doing, but it got him inside. We took him to a friends vet, as our vet was away and we didn't want to bring an unaltered male in with our resident male (neutered, but territorial). Unfortunately, this vet botched the neutering, and our vet wound up treating our Smokie for a bad infection as well as several cat bites he'd recieved on the street. He had a rough time of it for a couple weeks, including three days in the hosptal, but he's doing so well now. He's so loving, and looks at me with large green eyes. His fur has come in so silky and soft, and he's tall with a slate gray coat and long back legs as though he had some jackrabbit in him! He's beginning to develop a friendship with our other boy cat and this morning they actually played together....chasing each other all over the apartment!
It's so good to see him happy and safe after what I'm sure was a harrowing time of the street. We love Smokie, he's 'mommy's boy' and we believe he's a true Russian Blue, and a true friend. He's very smart, and loves constant attention.
A year and a half later 11/28/11 Smokieboo is 'top' cat of our Clowder. We have to keep Natalie, the cat we got after him, seperate, because she doesn't like other cats and he once went after her, but he tolerates Princess and gets along well with our newest arrival, CK. Smokieboo claims us as his own, leaping up to the sofa arm when we're siting there, and either climbing onto my husbands lap, or resting his head on my arm or on top of my head. He loves to watch birds out the window, and to loll in his bed on the cat tree.
Bio: We were told from a lady two doors away when we lived in the house that Smokie once belonged to a woman up the street who put him out because her son wanted a dog instead. This poor cat was left to fend for himself and thanks to this heartless person is FIV+ (male cats who are un-neutered and left outside often times have to fight more aggressive toms for food and females and can cat the virus from a bite).
I believe in destiny and hope this person who did this gets a taste of what she put this lovely little cat through. And we're so lucky to have Smokie in our lives.
I am having a wonderful time. I've been to see the vet and go back next week. I got another shot and seem to be doing well! I feel a bit better and my face is actually healing!
Mommy and Daddy have been working, so this leaves me to look after the apartment when they are gone. I love our new home-we have our cozy loveseat to sleep on in the cave like living room, our cat tree by the window in the kitchen, and the comforter on the bed in the bedroom. We are going to have a nice meal for the 'holidays' too, though not sure what.
our next door neighbor has cats, too. We have seen one in the hall where he is allowed to roam. Mommy says that when Ruffy smells the cat out there, she thinks he's 'marking' in the bathroom, and she gets annoyed. But she likes the cats across the hall. I don't begrudge her time with them-for she loves us, too.
We are sad that so many wonderful cats and even some folks have left for the Bridge, but we know that there will always be another cat to come...and even people to join us. For family, folks and furs....well, they come in from the cold when it's meant to happen.
love and happy holidays to you all...and happy, happy Catmas!
Mom is going to hijack Smokieboo's diary.
I need your help, Catster folk. If you can send Power of the Paw to Midland Beach, Staten Island, please do.
We have been following the posts of Guardians of Rescue, a small rescue group from Long Island NY, as they went to help the animals of Staten Island. Also, Staten Island Feline Rescue.
I had school on Saturday, and asked my Husband to please go to Staten Island, call Guardians of Rescue and ask where to drop off some cat food. My husband, being the good husband he is, went and picked up a couple cases of food for the Staten Island cats and our usual car ful of stuff. He called me later that afternoon, completely broken down. He told me he had gone there and it was seeing the results of Katrina all over again. He had unloaded all the cat food in a guy named Paul's yard. Pauls house had flooded. He had watched, helpless, as the water from the storm blew in windows, and the storm surge flooded his home, getting to 4 feet not counting the waves. Paul had 12 cats of his own. Two survived...he does not know about some of the others-they were carried away. He saved others swirling by, nearly pulled under himself. One is a little calico kitten, another a small tiger and white. There are other cats...many. You see, Paul went around saving the cats he could find from other people.
Paul's house is better than some others, but it is in rough shape and needs much work. Becuase the water from the storm had so many toxins the cats are getting ill, and Guardians of Rescue have taken them to their homes and some are at the vets offices elsewhere. Guardians have 30+ cats in boarding from this storm, because the devestation from the storm is beyond belief.
We are bringing Paul some more cat food-and dog food for people with dogs. There are no pet stores up and running on this part of Staten Island. Some people have no way of getting around much, becuase their cars flooded. Pauls did, but it is still running because it was an old car and not too much 'electric' stuff to short out. But it's not in shape to go to far.
I am trying to get help for Midland Beach...and this area in general. As I was making calls, another rescuer called me to tell me that the cats they have been coming across in Far Rockaway and Rockaway are starving, hungry and sick. Far Rockaway is a very economically depressed area, and there are no stores open at all, and there haven't been many animal rescues in that area at all.
The day before, another small rescue group pulled cats that had been drowned in sand from the dunes.
This area needs the Humane Society of the US to come in with their Mobile Rescue and Recovery Unit as they did in Katrina. The Small Rescue groups here are struggling, and are becoming overwhelmed. I have not stopped crying for 3 days. Many small groups that are stepping in themselves have been hit by the storm. A woman who's group does T&R lost one of her cats when her house flooded...she was not in a zone where this was supposed to happen...she got the others to safety, thank goodness.
You don't hear about this on the News, do you? No, because 'The City That Never Sleeps' does not broadcast areas that don't pander to tourists and are working class neighborhoods, filled with blue collar folks who are now homeless or living in homes that are unhabitable with their animals...because they wont' leave their animals, and people like Paul are not going to leave their animals...nor will even a 'pet friendly' shelter accept 37 cats.
I would ask for Power of the Paw for these Furrs...and their folks.
If anyone would want to do more...volunteer or donate...please check out Guardians of Rescue Website...or their Facebook page.
If you are in the NY or tri state area and want to foster cats, foster homes are very much needed.
2 weeks ago the lady at the rescue Mommy and Daddy foster for had Daddy call a lady on the 'wait list' for the rescue. The lady was desperate. A small black cat had been abandoned by neighbors when they moved. They had been renting a ground floor apartment, and when they left they simply put a small black cat out on the front walk and left.
The lady watched it. She ran out of her house, and asked them why they were leaving the cat. The family didn't even answer her. They got in their car and roared away, a trailer in tow.
The lady did not take in the little cat. She had two cats, and a large Macaw. She put a cat carrier on her small porch area and put the small cat in the yard.
He had been living there for a few months, and she had been trying to find a home for him. She tried friends, family, she made posters. She bought him to the vet and had him neutered, got him shots. She then began to call every rescue. So many had so many animals-there is a waiting list at this rescue Mommy and Daddy foster for. But the lady was lucky.
You see, she got my Dad on the phone. My dad got sad when he heard what happened. He pictured the little cat standing on the front walk, confused, watching his people leave. He pictured him shivering in the cold as the weather began to turn colder.
He told the lady he would take the cat.
Mommy was like 'What? Now we will have 7 cats here!" and Daddy was like 'I couldn't let him remain there. the lady said cats had been hit by cars'.
So Mommy got a picture of the little cat from the lady and Mommy's eyes got leaky and she sighed.
She said 'We can't say no.'
And that Satureday Daddy got the little cat.
He was in a cage for all of 48 hours. Then he started banging at the cage door, and Mommy let him out.
He began to play with CK. They had been hissing, but all of a sudden they were playing.
The rest of us duly ignored the little beast. Except for the BUB. She smacked him around, hissing and smacking. But I could have told him she was that way.
Well, things happen as they should. A storm came.
The yard the little cat lived in is now under water.
Mommy has not been able to reach the lady who had called about Midnight.
We hope she is ok.
As for Midnight, he is, as Mommy says 'A Surivivor'. and 'Tough' and 'A little brat sometimes'.