Every great blog has an “About Me” page right? Here’s mine.
My name is Katie. I was claimed by a cat when I was just a matter of days old. There is a picture of me, days old and freshly arrived home, sleeping next to my mom on her bed. Sleeping right next to me is the family cat Chauncey. He claimed me for all cat kind. Needless to say I grew up with cats. For many years we had two cats at home, and both my maternal and paternal grandparents had a cat; my Godparents had a number of cats as well. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t have cats or didn’t love cats. In fact some might say I have been obsessed with cats my whole life. I disagree with that, though I can see where they would have an argument. I certainly have been trying to help cats, and all animals, since I was young.
After Chauncey managed to sneak out of the house and get hit by a car I spent years asking for kittens. My parents said no because of our other cat, Twinkie, a queenly calico. At the advice of a letter from Santa, I remember spending hours looking out our back window hoping for a cat to wander down the alley so I could claim it as my new cat. Twenty-odd years later I still spend hours looking out the back window watching for cats, this time though I am trapping and feeding them.
I have worked one of the finest no-kill cat shelters in the city of Chicago, it has been around for ages and in a strange twist of fate was the shelter where my darling Chauncey was adopted from. I have worked at cat only veterinary offices, and a pet food store. I have been volunteering at shelters and with rescue groups since I was around 14 years old.
I believe strongly in TNR and building a No Kill Nation. Anything that will save the lives of animals. However, I realize that will take work and dedication from a number of people. It will not happen over night. Sadly, for now, all the animals cannot be saved, but we must work to save future lives.
When I was 11 years old I finally got the kittens I had wanted my whole life when we adopted 3 8-week old kittens. I loved and cared for them well into their senior years. Sadly the last of the three of them recently died of old age.
This blog started when the first of the three cats, Sam, died unexpectedly in 2009. His death shook up my life more than I expected. I write this for Sam, Crash and Muffin. I write it for the senior cats who get overlooked at shelters and whose medical care can be overwhelming to their people. I write it for all the cats who are looking for someone to love them. I write it for all the cats I cannot save, and all the people who are trying to save them. I write this so I can make a large impact on the lives of animals and the world of animal rescue in one small way.
When I am not doing something cat related I am either reading,coloring,watching Doctor Who, Star Wars, or one of my other nerdy obsessions.
Currently I am taking a break from cat rescue to heal and care for myself. Compassion fatigue is a beast.