A New Feline Joins the Farm

It was a story to tug the heart strings. Eighty plus cats rescued from a hoarder home in Southern Illinois. Nearing that fateful day when otherwise healthy cats would be euthanized for want of a home. We had just lost our Sassy after 15 years of love to the wasting of kidney disease. She was a special soul and is missed profoundly. In the midst of this grief, we heard the story of the hoarded cats. It was too soon, but the need for homes compelled us to act.

The cats were removed from poor conditions, relinquished by an owner overwhelmed with the responsibilities of a situation that spiraled out of control. We do not blame or judge that person. We are thankful for the opportunity to raise and love the one destined for us. 

I was scared. I had four babies I could barely feed as I was starving myself. First the cage, then a carrier. I did the best I could for my babies, but I could not care for them all. The nice people at my first shelter helped me with them. The dogs barking scared me. Some days the most I could do was cower and shake. I had no idea what would happen to me next. I heard the words, but didn’t understand the meaning.

We really weren’t sure what we wanted other than to provide a home and convinced we would know the right one for us. We held several. Snuggled them, checked their age, gender. Looking for the one who made that special bond.

Tiger Lily was huddled in the back of her cage, passed over by those who wanted a more active or younger or different color. As soon as she came into our arms, she snuggled in, buried her head in the crook of my elbow and purred. Yes, it was a nervous purr, but a purr nonetheless.

The one in the black shirt pulled me out of my cage. She was gentle and held me close. The one in the pink shirt stroked my head and talked softly to me. I liked them instantly but was afraid they would not want me. Maybe I’m not pretty enough. Maybe I’m too old. I tried to purr to let them know I liked them but it came out as a tremble. 

They didn’t put me back! They didn’t put me down. They kept me in their arms, first one then the other. After all the paperwork was signed, we went to the car together for a long ride home. They talked to me and told me I was going to be loved forever. I could hardly believe it. 

On the way home, we had to discuss a new name. We talked to her about the home she was headed to and what she would find there. As we talked and drove, we settled on a name. Tiger Rooney. She gave us a paws up.

It was a long exhausting ride. I was so scared, I pooped in my carrier. I didn’t mean to but it just happened. In my experience, humans don’t deal very well with that. I knew it would be my first test. Black shirt said it smelled bad. Pink shirt said oh the poor baby. They pulled over. Pink shirt picked up the poop in a napkin and threw it out the window. Black shirt petted my head and told me it was ok and it happens sometimes. That was all. Then they drove on to my new home

Once home, Abby and Thumper sniffed the carrier to acknowledge the newest member of the household. Unimpressed, they went about their usual activities. For them this means is to curl up in a chair on the porch and take a nap. After a couple of hours snuggling and sitting together, Rooney was settled into a bedroom to become acclimated to her new home. 

 I’m so tired and it is all so scary but I think I could like this home. 

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Why is the World Dog-Centric?

Today’s post is a guest post by Five Feline Farm’s very own Sassy. She has a lot of opinions and isn’t afraid to let you know.

I’m writing (actually dictating to one of my humans since it’s hard to type with paws) from the comfort of one of the greenhouses here at the Farm. It is a cool day but toasty warm in here. I have my own cushion to lie on.

Lying here in the sunshine I have time to think about important things. Like why is the world dog-centric?

Cats Rule!

Just take a look around your nearest pet supply store. One entire side, aisle after aisle of dog products. Food, beds, toys, leashes, collars, grooming products.

Granted, cats require far fewer grooming products, being the self groomers we are. And those leashes! No self-respecting cat would be caught in public at the end of a leash. How humiliating.

But cats have to share their side of the store with fish, rats, mice, birds, reptiles. Where is the toy selection? We want more food choices.

I’m going to write to my congresscat and start a petition. Dogs should be required to share equally with cats.

Except beagles. They are calico after all.

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A Letter from Snowball

Five Feline Farm is pleased to host a guest post written by Snowball before he crossed to the Grand Catdom.

Dear Five Feline Farm followers:

If you are reading this letter, you will know that I have gone to a place where my bones no longer ache. I can eat again without choking and have the energy to run and play.

I dictated this to one of my humans so that all of the readers of the Five Feline Farm blog could know my thoughts as my time at the Farm draws to a close.

I have four furry friends who share this Farm with me and the two humans. One is my twin brother, his name is Phantom. Most of the time we fight, but really I love him and I’m pretty sure he loves me.

My best furry friend is Thumper. The humans say we are married which kind of cracks us up, because they only think they know about our feline relationships. Whatever. We go along with it to keep them happy. Thumper and I have talked a lot about what is going to happen with me. I can feel my energy slipping away and I know that soon I will not be living in this dimension. Thumper has agreed that she will take care of the humans as long as she can.

Thumper has a daughter named Sassy. She is a funny girl and I like to watch her pounce on things. We’ve kind of had a love/hate relationship. When we all lived in town, I have to admit I bullied her, but since we moved to Five Feline Farm, she has turned the tables on me. As the humans say, “turn about is fair play”. But from time to time, when Sassy catches a mouse, she lets me have the first crunch. We don’t tell the humans about this.

The youngest in our family is Reine. This fall she started having health problems that Doc says is “diabetes”. Before I lose my ability to speak from the tumors in my throat, I plan to talk with her about doing her part in taking care of the humans. I doubt they will be able to stand two of us moving to the Grand Catdom so close together.

Now a bit about the humans. I love them both. They give me a warm place to sleep, a safe area to play and plenty to eat. I don’t understand some of their rules, like “no cats in the kitchen” but since they pay the mortgage for us, I try to follow these insane rules the best I can.

One of my humans lets me sleep with her, right up on her pillow. This makes me feel special and I can tell that she understands how comfortable it makes me. I don’t really get why she jumps when I check her pulse under her arm in the morning. I just want to make sure that she is ok. But she jumps and says that tickles.

It is hard for me to think about leaving my family, both furry and human. But I know that in time their grief will heal and they will think of me in my youth and my health. I have lived a full life and I am ready to pass through the dark curtain as is the custom for all animals.

I will see you all on the other side.

Love and meow,


Note from the humans: Snowball Jacob passed through the dark curtain to the Grand Catdom on December 17, 2013. He was a much cherished member of our family and a charter cat of Five Feline Farm. We will miss you always.