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Driving up into the driveway I was so hoping for success - maybe a little too much. I was expecting all 3 traps to be full seeing as there had been no food out for days now except in the Have-A-Heart traps. Entering into the front door I stepped over the first empty trap. Going into the kitchen - another empty trap and my hopes started to sink - then like a present on Christmas morning I saw her in the cage in the living room - the light grey siamese mix we had seen the day before. She was hissing, screaming and saying get me the hell outta this cage. One out of three isn’t bad

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Home we went and I placed that little kitten in the acclimation cage…she ran directly behind the feeder thinking she was hidden from view. The feeder covered only her front section so when you looked into the cage you saw a feeder with rump and tail sticking out of it

It is a good beginning and hopefully we will be adding on her sibling and mother soon.

February 11th, 2009

“There are many intelligent species in the universe. They are all owned by cats.”
Unknown

My husband and I had adopted 2 feral cats when living in Boulder, Colorado. Oscar was hit by a car when days old brought to the MSPCA, Minerva was a kitten in our apartment complex who jumped off our porch 2 stories up to get away from anyone who came through the sliders. You could hear him at night crying for his mother. I am stubborn (sometimes to the point of excess) but I was determined to make him ours. After weeks I succeeded. A true feral cat is a cat who has never had human contact. They are usually unfriendly toward people at first until trust is built. It can take a while for this trust to form but once it forms it is solid as a rock. Oscar took a good couple years before he decided we were okay - at least okay enough to jump on our lap. Minerva was more cautious. To this day - 13 years later - neither cat likes to be picked up but they both sleep with us at night. If another voice is heard in the house unfamiliar to them they will hide under our jacuzzi the rest of the day into night. They have crisscrossed west coast to east coast with us and although they aren’t typical cats they are my cats and I would never give them up. Because of Oscar and Minerva I am familiar with feral cats but not feral barn cats…enter Sandy Bodner.

My friend and his wife had recently adopted cats from Sandy through Shelter Me, Inc. for a mole problem. I had heard about Sandy for a while and she would now become a wealth of information and help. How to get them acclimated to barn life, feeding, concerns with other animals in barn area and of course the hardest part - getting them here were some of the many questions I looked to Sandy for answers. Now just let me state that Sandy had never even seen these cats or laid eyes on the conditions they were living in yet from email #1 was already willing to give 110% to trapping and rescuing these cats - that is devotion. From advice to offering traps, cages and where to go for neutering/spay clinics she was always an email or phone call away. My friend still had their acclimation cage in town so Sandy generously said to take it as long as I need it. She would get together some traps and even drive up here to help me set up the traps and cages (mind you I live out in the boonies to say the least). For Sandy it wasn’t about the time or effort - it was purely and unselfishly about saving these cats.

I talked to my friends wife again today in regards to the cats. I told her Sandy would help with the traps and cages and we set a time I would collect the acclimation cages. It turns out that a neighbor to the abandoned house had called that morning to complain about the cats and the MSPCA showed up to investigate. The MSPCA showed up when my friend was feeding them and told MSPCA they were going to be adopted for barn cats. The investigation was ended. Here enters one of the most sincere people I have ever met - Mary Letourneau. Mary is the dog officer for not only Ashby but also Townsend. She is one of those people who will not only give you the shirt off her back but also make you a cup of coffee and hot meal. I called her in the hopes of her perhaps having some extra traps, her response was “What time is good to meet you at the house and I will set them up.”

Sometimes things just fall into place so naturally - it is nice but usually it is a fleeting moment. These past 3 days have been puzzle pieces that fit together and when the puzzle is finished I will have saved some lives and made some new barn companions. I miss Nancy and her triplets but these cats take the sting away a bit - I am doing good and they are doing me good…how can that be wrong? It cannot.

Walking into this house - toys and clothes strewn everywhere I could only imagine what really went on - or maybe I really didn’t want to. Has stated before - bad things happen to good animals but here is where we can do something about it. With Mary we entered the house and set up the traps. Walking into the former family room we saw a white siamese cross kitten hissing at us. Quickly we closed the door set a trap with food and hoped for the best. The rest of the house was searched room by room for any cats and doors closed where we were sure no cats were hiding. Leaving the home I hoped for the best and would check the traps in the morning.

February 9th, 2009

“Cats seem to go on the principle that it never does any harm to ask for what you want.”
Joseph Wood Krutch

I believe in fate. I believe in it so strongly it is tattooed on my arm and this morning it has come into my life smiling. About a month ago a friend started telling me about these cats that had been abandoned in a house here in town. He is one of those people who try to be so hardy on the outside but inside he has a heart of gold. He talked about how he had been feeding them everyday, leaving the porch door ajar so they had some shelter in the ice storms and 2 foot snow and he talked about the conditions they had been living in. He was so devoted to these feral cats he would feed them even when he himself had no power or water yet found time to make sure they had water and food.

These cats belonged to a family torn apart in some hauntingly horrible ways. The remaining animals were adopted by a neighbor and only the cats were left. The former owner did not believe in spaying or neutering and routinely there would be free kitten signs in front of the house. The bank was taking over the house soon and the days for these cats were numbered. Bad things happen to good animals.

For the first time in 7 years we had rats in the barn this winter. Talking to some other barn owners it seems to have been universal this winter due to the packed down snow that happened so early around here. This coupled with ice storms and more snow makes it hard for them to borrow so barns become favorite targets. I would never dream of using a sticky trap - nothing but cruelty , a slow agonizing death (in my opinion). Poison wasn’t the answer, the thought of a poisoned rat in my hay loft rotting away in a hay bale wouldn’t do. We had some Have-a heart traps on the ready but these rats had an arsenal of grain hidden away, why bother with a few grain pieces when you have a seasons supply in your nest? I am sure you now see where this story is going

After Nancy and the triplets death I was in a cloud - I still had so many questions in my head. What if I had done this, what if the vet had tried this, yet there were no answers to be found. It was what it was. After all the pleading with Nancy to hold on, seeing the lamb began to walk all I had was a spot of earth fresh from the graveside showing like a sore in the snow.. This morning my friend called to say he was going out of town and if I would please consider these cats for adoption and enlist them as barn cats. Of course looking back know I know he asked me because he knows me better than I know myself - he of course knew I would say yes. What he didn’t know is he couldn’t have picked a better time. I had just lost 4 lives - now I had the chance to save lives (and of course control my rat problem the way Mother Nature intended.) He and his wife had adopted barn cats from Sandy at Shelter Me Inc., I was about to meet 3 not only inspiring but devoted people - Sandy Bodner from Shelter Me, Inc. along with our town dog officer and her right hand man (husband) Mary and Keith Letourneau. With my friend out of town I called his wife to say yes.

February 7th, 2009

My head is full of needles, shots, long nights and death. I have lost my Targee sheep and her triplets. After 2 weeks of prodding, poking, turning and talking to Nancy she is gone. Ketosis and preeclampsia developed in the last month of pregnancy - Bo-Se and Calcium Gluconate injections, glucose injections, vitamins, drenches, banamine injections and dexamethasone to induce labor yet out of all the technology and medicines available nothing worked. Bad things happen to good animals. She is buried in our pasture with her only surviving 3 day old lamb at her side. Just like Nancy 4 degrees (the temperature when he was born) fought until he could fight no longer. With no colostrum from mum his chances were slim but the hard delivery made things much grimmer for this little life - he spent much of it in my girls, husbands and friends laps being snuggled, petted and kissed until he passed away silently in his sleep.

Being a farmer I know to expect these things but it never makes them easier. The day I stop feeling the loss of an animal is the day I stop being a farmer.

“If we treated everyone we meet with the same affection we bestow upon our favorite cat, they, too would purr.” Martin Delany

There are good individuals in this world - there are also bad. One cannot be defined without the other. As we have all experienced in our lives, bad things happen to good people - there is no rhyme or reason and blame is sometimes not concise or clear. This too may be said of animals. My role in this is small but in my own way I hope to make it larger than life - if I can instill in one person the sense of respect, importance and yes, a tear shed that makes one want to adopt a barn cat than I have succeeded beyond my hopes and all these words are worth their weight in gold.

Tamara Buckley Leclerc
Carraig Farm

There was a story in the New York Times on January 1st about cloning pets. (”Beloved Pets Everlasting?” by Eric Konigsberg) One of the pet owners waxed poetically about the desirability of enjoying their dog for the equivalent of a human lifetime, as opposed to a dog lifetime. Hmmmm.

Personally, I have a hard time believing that it is possible to ‘clone’ an animal and recreate the same exact set of emotions and personality.

But I will admit that the cloning scenario breathes new life into the old nature vs. nurture debate: Are we (or our pets) the sum of a lifetime of experiences or simply the product of our genes? Or a mixture of both? I opt for the latter, in which case 100% duplication is not possible. Is it?

If we had not adopted a little Jack Russell Terrier recently, I might not be thinking about this at all.  He is so friendly to adults and children alike we tend to think he has been very well treated throughout his life, if not genuinely loved. But as far as we can tell, we are his third, possibly his fourth owners. Why has he been passed around so much? It is a riddle.

When I look at him, I can’t help but think that the experiences we have with him today and tomorrow will be unique because he is (and we are).  Therefore, the idea of trying to artificially extend our life with him or any beloved pet after its death — through a cloning procedure — strikes me as unrealistic. 

Are attempts to clone pets an expression of their owners’ desire to exert superhuman control over mortal events? It sounds a bit like that. But, as an old friend of mine used to ask, how does that affect the price of tea in China? So, let’s just say it seems sad and ironic that in the USA where 5-7 million cats and dogs are being surrendered to shelters every year (like our own little terrier pal) and 3-4 million of them are being euthanized, there is money to be made in cloning dead pets. 

Even if I took a hands-off position, “Caveat Emptor. It is not my business if someone wants to spend $150,000 to clone a pet,” I have to believe there is no such thing as replicating a dog’s personality in a cloning experiment. A pet’s personality (not unlike ours) will be a sum of genes and experience and the temperament and knowledge that grows out of that immeasurable brew. 

In the case of our dog, we knew he would have a high energy requirement because he is a Jack Russell Terrier and they are thoroughly energetic. We expected him to be an intelligent little guy because his breed is known to be very smart. What we did not expect is that he would have a prenaturally calm disposition and be so well-prepared to bond with us at the relatively advanced age of eight (which is roughly middle age for a JRT).

When we got him, all we knew for sure was that he was loveable. We had no idea that he would insist on welcoming every single person he meets on the street, that he would invariably greet babies by licking their nose, that he would sit rockstill on my lap for hours at a time while I worked on a computer, or that he would be capable of sleeping through the night for eight or more hours curled in a ball on my pillow. These are the unexpected delights and we cannot imagine another dog, never mind a clone, replicating his generous spirit. Maybe that is the way it should be.

  Sandy Bodner