February 12, 2016
Fight or Flight?
Guest Blogger LYLE: Sometimes when I was waiting at Meow Parlour for someone to take me home, I felt like I had been left on the shelf. No one wanted a shy cat like me, despite my Russian Blue beauty and meltingly soft fur. When they came to pet me, okay, I might have panicked a little. On the other hand, shelves are not so bad, especially when there’s a way in from the back. From here, I can keep a watch for any dangerous humans who happen by. I can see them, and I just know that they can’t see me.
Guest Blogger MAX: Labels can hurt. Just because I don’t put a lampshade on my head at parties doesn’t mean I’m “shy.” I can even hide in plain sight. Can you find me in this photo? Ha ha, of course not! I blend in with the black-and-white décor.
To protect my privacy, I do this other thing that’s really neat.
Back at Meow Parlour, I had this great technique for getting into a basket even if other cats were already snoozing in it. I gave them The Look. It’s my patented stare. Very mighty and meaningful. Better than Zoolander!
Those basket-hogging cats would scurry away, ha ha. I didn’t have to lift a paw. Now, when the Can Opener’s friends come over, I give them The Stare. I got one of them so nervous she was afraid to leave her chair. The Can Opener came in and was all, like, “Judy, I thought you were taking a nap on the couch!” And Judy was all, like, “The cat was staring at me!”
I crack myself up.
February 9, 2016
Never Been Fed
Guest Blogger MAX: The situation here is that I’ve never been fed. Not once. In my life. Surely I’d remember if it had happened … nope, not to my recollection.
Guest Blogger LYLE: I am, like, literally starving. Have not seen a morsel of food for at least 2 hours. Had to drag the case of Hill’s Science Diet all the way to the kitchen to make myself clear. Doesn’t the Can Opener know what she’s supposed to do?
February 5, 2016
Guest Blogger MAX: They call me shy. If by “shy” they mean “awesome,” then that’s me.
One thing about being shy, though, is that I try not to get too involved with humans. Studies show you can’t trust them, I’m sure of it. I only let the can-opener pet me sometimes because humans are so foolish that way. It’s amusing how much pleasure they seem to get out of it.
I can be big about this. I can pretend to enjoy it too, all while keeping complete control. She’s actually playing right into my paws, because if I pretend to like the petting, maybe I’ll get adopted instead of just fostered.
Guest Blogger LYLE: I don’t know why Max lets her pet him like that. Me, I am SO uninterested in getting close to a human. Why oh why does Max do it? I’m disgusted, but also curious. So curious. Maybe if I move very slowly and check it out, no one will notice.
February 1, 2016
Guest blogger MAX: Alpha trouble
There is a big problem. Nobody is respecting my alpha-ness around here.
Lyle was in the top bunk of the cat tree, HIGHER than me. Then the can-opener picked me up again and moved me a few inches, just to show that she could. She forced me to lick food off her hand, like it was a treat. I might have drooled a little, and that’s just embarrassing.
I am ashamed to report that I made a terrible mistake today. I jumped up and walked on top of the can-opener while she was reading on the couch. I think she liked that, but it’s very important that SHE do what pleases ME, and not vice versa.
Guest blogger LYLE: “I want to kill it”
There is a striped fuzzy thing sticking out of a jar. I think it’s alive. Should I kill it? I would like to kill it. Please advise.
Also, I have a complaint: the can-opener managed to pet me again. It was so horrible, I only let her do it once or twice more.
January 25, 2016
2 Shy Cats in Search of a Forever Home
Max and Lyle are two bonded rescue cats who have been waiting for someone to see past their shyness and take them home as a pair. Max is a confident black-and-white alpha cat who doesn’t mind humans, as long as they open a can every now and then. Lyle is a sweet, skittish, velvety Russian Blue mix who thrives in Max’s shadow.
On January 16, 2016, Jami Bernard took a second chance on fostering these cats with intent to adopt, despite the incident that other time with the pet carriers. Will she see through their shyness to the sweetness within? She has never faced a feline challenge like this before.
Max and Lyle have courageously agreed to post updates from the field as they try to make this their forever home.
MAX & LYLE BLOG POST 1
MAX: I’m having this weird deja-vu thing. I’ve been here only 24 hours, but I’m pretty sure I’ve been here before. Wasn’t there some incident involving my carrier?
It’s strange that the can-opener keeps trying to pet me with both hands. What’s up with that?! She even managed to pick me up and move me two feet before putting me down again. Doesn’t she know I’M the alpha around here? This can-opener must be dealt with.
LYLE: I must be on my guard 24/7. Except, okay, I ate ONE treat out of her hand, but I am certainly NOT going to make a habit of that. Too dangerous! I must not go soft. I must not forget myself. I mean, I made it to the second tier of the cat tree, and OMG, I was practically face-to-face with the can-opener at her desk! This must not happen again. My eyes went very wide, slightly bigger than my actual head, but I managed to race away to safety. Whew, that was a close one.
November 27, 2015
I have always been an adamant animal lover and advocate. I have made it my mission in life to save and help animals in any way I can. Growing up in Connecticut my family always had dogs. After moving to the city I missed the companionship of a pet so decided to save a cat from a rescuer in Queens. I grew to love my little Wednesday and decided to get her a companion. I saved my second cat, Pugsley, from life on the snowy streets. I’ve been volunteering with kitty kind for over a year now which began when I became a foster failure adopting my first foster cat, Crunch. I don’t see it as a failure, however, because he has brought joy to my life and my two other cats. Shortly after, I started to volunteer as a cleaner to put my passion of saving animals into motion. I started to focus on the harder cases that didn’t always show their best qualities to potential adopters. I continued to foster cats who needed some extra attention and love to correct some of their not ideal personality traits with help from my patient roommate. I continued to expand my roles at KittyKind by helping to be an assistant adoption rep and work on the intake team to further my reach in helping the cats. I’m honored to be recognized for the things I have accomplished and I’m grateful for the existence of Kitty Kind and its mission to find loving homes for all of our cats.
November 27, 2015
Remember Kenny? Senior, FIV positive, survived a huge house fire when his human did not, abandoned by the family’s grieving survivors, then foster home to foster home? After so much heartache, and over a year of searching for a new home to call his own, Kenny still managed to be the sweetest cat you could ever meet. Just a big, mellow dude who loved to get petted. Well, we have some very good news. Kenny’s sweetness and inspirational spirit finally earned him the forever family he deserves. Here is an update on Kenny (now Wally), from his head-over-heels adopters:
When I first saw Wally (the cat formerly known as Kenny) on Facebook, I had a feeling that he was going to join our family. My daughter and I were still reeling from the loss of two beloved pets and we missed having a home full of creatures.
When we met him at his foster home, he was anxious and shy. And yet he let me stroke his belly and his paws after just a little while together. He was hesitant but trusting. As I left the room, I saw him peek over the ledge to watch me. I knew my gut had been right and it was meant to be.
Since joining our pack, he has come into his own. Whereas he used to be so jumpy around the other animals, he’s now a cool cucumber and even playful with the dogs. He is especially drawn to the Chihuahua and does whatever she does. He’s also pretty vocal about mealtime, and I admit that he is much more punctual than I am. He comes running when I announce that I’m handing out treats. He likes to be wherever we (the humans, dogs, and free-roaming turtle) are — whether that’s lounging in the living room or turning in for the night. He lets me know when he needs some extra attention by following me around the apartment, “yelling” at me or simply by posting himself at my feet until I offer some scratches. He’s pretty liberal when it comes to petting — much to my delight — and when he’s feeling super mellow, I’m allowed to rub his belly and the pads of his paws.
Lately, he has become more open to my daughter’s affection. While reading bedtime stories (which the dogs adore), he indicated that he wanted to join. She patted the sofa and he jumped up and nuzzled her hand. Her elation was palpable.
October 1, 2015
I have lived with and loved cats as far back as I can remember, always very sensitive to their needs and feelings. When I got my own apartment as a young adult, I considered delaying getting a cat in order to do some travelling. Someone pointed out that, even with brief visits while I was away at times, a cat in my home would be better off than in a shelter and so I went to the ASPCA and chose a cat that looked quiet and sad. We loved each other instantly, and I have never stopped sharing my home with cats since. I currently have two: Miss Mittens and Spot – both brought in by my teenage daughter after our previous cat passed away.
I retired from a career in social work over a year ago and joined KittyKind right away as a Cleaner and, a little later, Assistant Adoption Rep. I find it tremendously rewarding to give care and kindness to cats. It is a great accomplishment for me to be able to help a very frightened cat learn to trust and relax enough to enjoy being petted. I care a lot about the welfare of all living creatures, no matter how large or small. It has also been wonderful to work with other volunteers who feel the same way about cats that I do. I have become aware of how much it takes to run an animal adoption organization and I greatly appreciate the dedication of the others who contribute so much to care for and find homes for our KittyKind cats!
October 1, 2015
Our August Cat of the Month, King Tut, officially has a kingdom! His first owner abandoned him, after nearly a decade, with a roommate that was unable to keep him. Then, adopted again, his second owner found that he and his needs did not suit her new lifestyle. But as of a few days ago, this dapper senior statesman has found his true forever home. Congratulations to King Tut on reclaiming his throne and his new family. We at KittyKind could not be happier!
Here are photos of King Tut in his new home and a quote from his amazing adopters: “Tutty is doing great! We couldn’t have asked for a better cat. He’s so sweet. Thank you KittyKind!”
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August 25, 2015
I have never had any cats, but I do have a very spoiled Australian Shepherd named Xiaoxiong, along with several goldfish. I joined Kittykind almost two years ago because I wanted to interact more with cats and because I felt Kittykind was a wonderful cause. I’ve been working with the Health and Meds team on various shifts since then and have been mentoring new volunteers for more than a year. Nowadays, you can find me at Kittykind every Monday in the afternoon.
Here are some things Fanny’s fellow volunteers had
to say about her:
~ “Fanny is fearless with the cats. She has a special touch, especially with difficult cats. She is very careful when handling the cats and I have learned a lot from her.”
~ “I think Fan is awesome and an asset to KittyKind. I’m very grateful to spend time with her to observe her techniques.”
Three cheers for Fan He! KittyKind would not exist without volunteers like you.