Thursday, January 1, 2015

Jag - Day 2

Jag spent a cozy night in her heated carrier. This morning she was very good about eating the tablespoon of food with her antibiotic, but less than interested in the rest of her food.  She purrs up a storm everytime I touch her and I planted another bunch of kisses on top of her sweet head.

When I look back to 12 years ago when I first met Jag she was not friendly.  She hissed at me daily and kept her distance.  This went on for a couple of years then slowly she changed into a sweet kitty who loved to be groomed.  I'm not sure when it happened but I'm glad it did.  

It may be New Years Day but there is no sleeping in, the rest of the kitties in the colony needed their brekky.  The Logan Gang is no longer a Gang but one lone black kitty named Jazz.  I seldom see him but the food gets eaten so I hope he is the one eating.  I did see him two days ago coming from the sleeping shelters and he looks good.

The East Side Gang consists of three kitties, until Jag is well enough to return.  Spirit is always on the lookout for breakfast.  I meet him on the path, then he turns around meowing all the way back to the shelters.  Doodle and Ollie pop out of their shelters as soon as they hear my voice calling them.

Here they are having New Years Day breakfast





  1. Happy New Year deal friend. I see you are still doing amazing work with your ferals. I would hate to think of what would happen to them without your tender loving care. Sorry I've been missing for so long. M only lets me on the puter now and then, and if your post isn't in hte time line, I miss it. Will try to do better. Keep up the good work. You deserve a medal for all you do!

  2. Glad you're back, Connie. The work you do is amazing and I'm sure at times heartbreaking. I'll be thinking of you and Jag and hoping things go well. Good luck!