Wednesday, June 16, 2010

The 2nd Rescue of Creamsicle and Blue

I had planned to write an update on the adventures and well being of the beautiful strays, Creamsicle and Blue, at the beginning of April.  I had planned to tell you how I was going to be a volunteer at the private shelter the boys were living at, how I was starting a blog to help get the word out about all the wonderful cats waiting for good homes. But the moment I stepped foot in that private shelter, the moment I saw for myself where the boys had been living since the end of January, my plans changed.

Instead of finding a scene that matched the glowing words I had been told for more than 2 months, I found a stench that almost brought me to my knees in the patio room where the boys were kept. The "getting acquainted/sick room" was ripe with illness and some cats in obvious pain. The little cat with complete bowel failure, coated in its own dried feces, and the panting cat, coated in her own dried saliva (from a toothache, I was told) horrified me the most. The boys were in a cage together, still unchecked by a veterinarian. Blue had developed an eye infection. Creamsicle looked terribly frightened. I was told he was likely a feral cat.

I toured the other parts of the small shelter and met most of the 200 cats. Say that again, 200 cats. It was obviously an understaffed operation, with 4 volunteers and the owner, if I recall correctly, and one of the volunteers had just quit. It was easy to see the situation was overwhelming. But in putting together some puzzling phrases I had heard from the ladies over the coarse of those 2 months and seeing the shelter in person and hearing some obvious statements of defense while at the shelter and realizing the attempts to adopt out any of the cats were few and far between, it hit me. What likely began as an extremely well-meaning, big-hearted desire to help the displaced cats of the world, turned into cat hoarding.

After taking a few videos of the crowded, healthy-cat section (there are some gorgeous cats in residence), I left with a thank you and a smile on my face. That smile was utterly false. I drove away and burst into tears. My God, what had I done? I got home and called no less than 4 cat-loving friends, sobbing and practically begging them to help me figure out what to do for Creamsicle and Blue.

After returning from Istanbul, I went in search of help. On the first day of my quest, I found it. With luck, divine intervention and the willingness of 2 fantastic women, I formulated a plan...

  Blue: april 2010

Creamsicle: april 2010


  1. You are breaking my heart...but please, tell me more.

  2. I have been with you all the way and seeing these boys that somehow we call our own in such a state just breaks my heart. I am grateful that I could take the 2 girls, but wish there was a way that these two handsome devils could be in a loving home as well. We have had our share of adjustments too and I fear that our girls did come with their share of ailments as well. It is a sheer miracle that they were released to us with such swiftness.
    Sister G, continue to tell this story and share it with anyone that you can...for I will share and pass along the atrocities right with you so that our boys can one day be safe!

    You are impacting so many souls with your valiant deeds. May God's light shine upon you and give you the vigor to press on.
    Much Love,
    Sister Blue

  3. Oh my you are breaking my heart - had been wondering about them. I will try to be patient...

  4. Oh my what happened next?

  5. You are so brave Graciel.. it breaks my heart to hear of the plight of these poor babes. I would have cried buckets just like you too!
    I do hope your plan comes out on top!

  6. the plan comes out on top, not to worry, but it is a long tale. too long for one post and discernment is needed on my part of how to tell it. as well, it is still unfolding as we speak.

    fingers crossed, more news thursday evening.

    xo, graciel

  7. Here's to hoping for a happy ending xoxo

  8. oh God. I almost couldn't read this - I just started to cry. (And your blog changed in the middle of the reading and then changed back.) This is horrible.


  9. How devastating! I am horrified and feel so helpless. All those poor wee cats!!! Especially the one in excruciating pain. Is there anything I can do from here?

  10. I'm glad I'm reading backward...such a sad, sad state of affairs this is.


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