Anything is 'Pawsable'
PAWS and foster Mom are looking for a home for a young adult female calico cat recently separated from her adopted kittens. ‘Gertie’ is compatible with children of all ages and most comfortable in a safe indoor environment. Gertie has been diagnosed with a feline blood disorder which requires her to be in a single cat household. She is, however, otherwise healthy and playful with a good appetite and calm nature. PAWS will spay and is willing to relocate Gertie as far away as necessary to provide her with a safe and stable home. We at PAWS have great hopes for the 5 kittens that were taken to a FIV rescue group in California. Good luck kitties! Gertie found her way home. She is finally well.
Cute little orange kitten looking for a new home!
These 2 rescued kittens were 4 months old, Spayed and Neutered with vaccinations when adopted to the right home.
Their LUCK continued and the three are adjusting to their new forever home complete with a couple of dogs. Yeah!
Beau and Beauty are in their forever home and running the show in their new home under the names of Moe and Macy. What a fabulous part of their rescue!
Our first rescue kittens of the spring came to us from a small horse ranch near Fort Hall. Drop-offs are common in the area and the owner of the property is kind enough to accommodate all comers, his health, however, prevents him from capturing and subsequently spaying his welcome guests.
A neighbor and friend of PAWS discovered a pregnant female on the property and kept close watch when her brood arrived. Together with another volunteer, the pair plotted to capture the wild bunch in one fell swoop. They discovered the litter behind bales of hay in a large stack, 3 tiny obediently quiet kittens and a mother nearby, and quickly secured their capture. The 3-week-old siblings were whisked off to be raised by PAWS fostering volunteers and the mother taken to the Blackfoot Animal Health Clinic for spaying and rereleasing at the ranch. Although the separation of kittens from a nursing mother is always a difficult decision in a feral rescue, the kittens seldom have any difficulties adjusting to human handling and soon become adorable playmates relishing human contact. The mother may experience some separation anxiety but this is generally short term and her remaining life is no longer consumed with an in-heat, birth, nursing cycle.
The three kittens fostered, Winkin, Blinkin and Nod, were barely walking when they first arrived, legs quivering with every step. Syringe feeding for the first three weeks was a continual but delightfully rewarding task. Winkin, the smallest, had a ravenous appetite, engorging himself to the point of bursting, his bulging eyes locked onto yours as he eagerly inhaled his formula. Siblings Blinkin and Nod shoved and tumbled over one another in their haste to seize their own share, displaying nature’s strong survival instincts even at this early age. One could not help but appreciate the trust these tiny helpless creatures awarded us.
As weeks passed Blinkin and Nod graduated to hard food while little Winkin was in no hurry to abandon his furious ritual. His feeding time was laughable and most enjoyable to watch. Beyond the joy of their wrestling and discovering and their chasing and their hide-and-seeking lay the inevitable separation through adoption and Blinkin was the first to melt a heart and find his forever home. Winkin and Nod will share in each other’s bliss until they, too, enjoy the same fate.
UPDATE: These lucky three siblings all went to the same home. They were adopted at 10 weeks old and are happily residing in a rural home with a Lab pup and a basset hound outside Pocatello. How about that?
Thanks Andy and Heather.
Winkin, Blinkin and Nod
Sarah was discovered lying among the lavas south of Ross Park by two women hiking along the Kirkham Trail, lame and unable to walk. She appeared to be someone’s domestic pet as she made no attempt to escape her captors. To her great fortune, one of her rescuers happened to know Jolynn Anderson, founder of PAWS, and quickly called to have the cat examined for injuries. Jolynn soon had the cat in transit to the Blackfoot Animal Health Clinic where x-rays revealed a cracked pelvis. This would require 6 to 8 weeks of rehab consisting of undisturbed rest and limited movement, necessitating a quiet locale with accommodating facilities. No problem.
Sarah was taken to one of PAWS’ feral colony sites which are attended to daily by dedicated volunteers and sheltered in an 8’ by 4’ enclosure within an indoor facility. She adapted rather quickly to her new surroundings and roommates, the permanent residents of the place, and became, in fact, a very cooperative patient, calmly settling in and remaining sedentary for her duration.
She wasn’t allowed to venture past the limits of her enclosure for 6 weeks and then only under close supervision. It was soon apparent, however, that her patient cooperation had paid off and it was determined that she could leave her confines. Closer inspection had revealed that she had been previously spayed so she was obviously someone’s pet, but just whose remains unknown. She has been recently vaccinated and is a good candidate for adoption as a healthy 2 year-old.
UPDATE: Sarah began her new life in a cozy home as a companion for another rescued cat. She has adapted to her new environment handsomely and has fully recovered from her injury.
PAWS isn't just your ordinary Idaho rescue society any longer. We've gone interstate! For one very fortunate abandoned kittie, stumbling into a pair of PAWS volunteers in Scottsdale, Az. was nothing short of quixotic.
Chester is an 18 month old domestic longhair who lost his home one morning only to find himself lord of suburbia by days end. Frightened, confused and confined to a small kennel, Chester had been cast from an apparently comfortable lifestyle and abruptly left to fend alone, perplexed by the events evolving around him. Forunately, he managed to be dropped off just a few short steps from a couple of PAWS volunteers spending the winter under Arizona's sunny skies.
Needless to say, Chester's dilemma was troubling from the start. First of all, we were in a motorhome and our resident feline defender, Frankie, wasn't about to share her domain with some upstart bohemian. Furthermore, in a region with an overwhelming number of abandoned and homeless pets, our chances of finding a safe, suitable home for our unfortunate casualty was highly unlikely. The Humane Society and Animal Shelter were never even a remote consideration and the more benevolent animal welfare groups were already innundated with more strays than they could accomodate. As fortune would have it, however, ubiquitous fate would intervene. Magnanamous neighbors Gary and Karen, whom we'd befriended, called a son with children who were more than eager to share their handsome home. Chester was whisked a short trip away and off to a happy ending in a magnificent household most unlikely only a few hours earlier. Thanks to all that made this day.
Sometimes an unwitting blunder results in the most unlikely outcome.
On one pleasant spring afternoon last June PAWS volunteer Mary happened to be visiting with a friend in the Portneuf area South of Pocatello. In the distance she heard what sounded like a tiny kitten in the throes of fear and frenzy. The unrelenting cries beckoned the pair to venture several hundred yards across a rural highway and into a thicket of weeds and brush. A tiny gray streak flashing through the undergrowth disclosed the source of their curiosity. Dash, as the tiny critter was soon to be christened, was hopelessly mired in a web of thorns, scrub, brier and brambles, panicked and confused, but determined to escape. Fortunately for him but especially for his colony, he failed.Read More/Less
So now Mary and her friend DeeAnn had in their possession a disheveled and slightly rumpled heap of fur and thorns and weeds and stickers crying to find his mama. The nearest residence was easily several hundred yards away and Mary proceeded to determine whether this fuzzy imp belonged to someone. When the resident answered the door she responded to Mary’s request of, “ is this yours?”, with a bewildered, “maybe?”.
What ensued was to become a summer-long project of feeding, medicating, trapping, spaying and neutering, reconstructing and ultimately relocating several dozen feral cats and various litters of kittens into a comfortable and sustainable controlled colony of wild felines.
As it happened, the resident of this household had been compassionately sheltering and feeding a host of transient cats for years and had become overwhelmed with recent new additions. She had approached the Humane Society which offered some assistance but ultimately insisted that the ferals be euthanized, unthinkable to her, but what were her options? She would not be able to contend with the expense and effort for very much longer. Enter that fateful knock on the door.
To make a very long story not so vey long, within a few days PAWS volunteers were on-site with food, beds, litter boxes and litter, blankets and toys and lots of helpful ideas. The 20 or so kittens of various ages had been sequestered in a garage with no exposure to the outdoors. After a thorough scrubbing and sanitizing of the facility, screens were constructed to allow fresh air to flow and for a view to the great outdoors. How gratifying to behold the sight of all those tiny whiskers pressed along the breadth of open wire screening, curiously gazing at the marvelous spectacle of nature outside. Things were beginning to appear a little brighter for the beleaguered clan.
Soon thereafter renovation began on an unused storage shed converting it to a multi-level housing facility with shelves, ladders, windows and individual cat box homes. Carpeting and a new roof and insulation were added to guarantee a bit more comfort during the winter months and the colony was transferred without a single objection during the fall.
It’s funny how some things work out, entirely by chance, but with unimagined triumph. How a tiny cry in the wilderness was answered with such unlikely fortune. We couldn’t have written a more perfect script.
Gracie was a young longhair female tabby seeking shelter from the winter chill in early March when she was discovered, hungry, and bedraggled, huddled in a basement window well. Her condition was indeed perilous.Read More/Less
By chance, the good will of a big- hearted homeowner arrived to help her out of her adversity. However, after staggering about a bit she returned to the well and stumbled back in. Noticing that something was not quite right, he was alarmed to discover that part of the kitten’s rear leg was missing. It had been torn off. Here she was, cold, forlorn, frightened and in unimaginable distress. But a stroke of fortune was about to grace our heroine.
Steve, our Good Samaritan, had the foresight to call PAWS for help. PAWS volunteer Vicki quickly responded and rushed the cooperative kitten to the Animal Health Clinic in Blackfoot where she was prepared for surgery. Her leg, it was decided, must be removed.
Following the amputation Gracie began to recuperate but….Surprise, Gracie found a home! (How else would we know her name?) She settled into her new environment almost immediately. A few days R and R under the bed, she now rules the roost with her new playmate Jasper following her own set of rules and showing no sign of physical discomfort. Thank you Steve for your thoughtful diligence which provided an abandoned and hopeless kitten with a charmed and comfortable future. And Margie, the adoptive mom, you are the lucky one. And you deserve it. Thanks for adopting our precious Princess Gracie. By the way, Jasper’s a PAWS assisted rescue as well. How about that!
This story begins on top of a haystack outside Blackfoot on our neighbor’s country farm where a tiny kitten, eyes yet unopened, somehow finds itself. Fortunately, a neighbor hears its faint cries and rescues the helpless critter, delivering it to our home for care and feeding. My mom Joyce, Maria and I were thrilled to help.
PAWS volunteer Vicki received a visit from a neighbor several weeks back that had spotted a feral mother cat and three kittens in an abandoned barn behind her home. Vicki, the ever-ready pet rescuer, sprung quickly to action trapping two of the intrepid felines. A few calls later and the kittens were on their way to a local kittie nursery to be preened for life in the human realm.Read More/Less
Timid and quite cautious on arrival, the two fuzzy brothers, a soft charcoal with white bib and stockings, gradually adjusted to indoor living conditions with the help of the three resident rescue kittens already ruling the roost. Playful and curious as kittens will be, these two precocious tots are now seeking a permanent residence, following in the footsteps of their adoptive housemates.
Puddy and Tat are two 8 week old longhaired neutered and vaccinated males who enjoy wrestling, eating, sleeping and the great outdoors.
UPDATE: Serendipity ruled on this first Saturday of June as a perfect match materialized out of sheer chance. A trip to the Pet Co adoption site and a few moments with our young celebrities was all that was needed to whisk the precocious pair off to their new family. Our fortuitous felines now reside among three delighted children and kind parents in their comfortable rural home. When last sighted, Puddy and Tat were cradled in the irresistible snuggle of a child’s embrace. A happy and abundant life surely awaits.
A chilly May morning, two newborn kittens lie outside a cat shelter barely clinging to life. a bewildered wild young mother wanders about, innocent of the consequence of her absence. Mary chances upon the scene and recognizing the peril, returns with a heating pad and blanket, administering a resuscitating massage. One kitten responds. The search for a surrogate begins.Read More/Less
Twenty-five miles to the north, an abandoned Himalayan female, starving and afflicted with a severe case of ringworm, shows up at a shelter nursing three day-old kittens. A fortuitous call and some generous veterinary staff help unite the parties. The struggling newborn is whisked off to the Animal Health Clinic in Blackfoot where it finds an amenable host.
The Portneuf Animal Welfare Society accepts guardianship of the clan and though the surrogate accepts the newcomer, it does not survive. After a two week stay at the clinic, the quartet arrives at its new home, a modified pump house at the home of the society's administrator. They remain there for more than a week awaiting warmer weather and a more habitable environment.
The troupe arrives at its summer residence in early June complete with an assemblage of kennels, cages, tarps, litter boxes, cat food, dietary supplements and medications. Mother, who we named Anna Purrna, was well into recovery from her affliction yet still had to be administered to several times each day. Kittens, cute and animated as they always are, receive most of the attention. Abe, the alpha male, is the lone short hair tabby while Frankie and Jonny, virtual twins, resemble gray furballs with legs. None remotely resemble Anna Purrna.
Ironically, several days pass when P.A.W.S. receives a call that a month-old female had been nearly run over and picked up by the driver who cared for it for a few days. Requiring a surrogate, the kitten arrives to be nursed by the accommodating mother.
A short time later we stumble upon the idea of replacing the unsightly and burdensome cage assembly with a camp tent. This, we determined, would at the minimum provide us more convenience. As things worked out, it proved the perfect solution. The continuous wet weather had made it nearly impossible to maintain a dry environment but the new accommodations provided not only that but comfortable confinement with a view.
A week passes with our hands full of rambunctious playmates whose only other interests are sleeping and eating. Mother doesn't seem to mind how often they interrupt her solitude and accommodates their every desire.
I'm spending the morning on my bike and decide to take 1st street toward Ross Park. As I approach the Benton overpass I notice scurrying streaks of furry felines bolting in and out of the basement windows of an abandoned warehouse. Stopping to investigate I could get no closer than a few yards of the diminutive clutch. As I prepared to leave I happened to notice a bedraggled bundle of hair and grime sitting in a window well, motionless. I approached expecting it's quick departure. It did not move. Only looked at me. I reached down to pick it up. It sat in my hand. Soiled, stained, blackened soles for paws, bones in a scraggly coat, smelling like wet dank fur. A homeless indigent. I stroked him. His eyes never left mine.
I set him back down on the sill and asked if he wished to come home with me. I walked back to my bike. I reached to pick it up and there he was behind me. I retuned him to the sill. He followed me again. I then knew his answer was yes and I could not leave him. He was the smart one. I road back to my car and returned only to find him gone. I searched to no avail and was disheartened when I prepared to leave. I returned to the the sill where I had left him and called out. A disheveled lump somewhat alive appeared. Slumdog had been rescued. And now there are five.
A few days later on her way to the same Blackfoot clinic where this saga began this same PAWS administrator stopped along the highway to assist a vehicle in distress.
Upon arriving she discovered it wasn't engine trouble. It was kitty trouble. A traveler had spotted kitties along the road and stopped to help. One had stowed away in the engine compartment. She eventually coaxed, pulled and convinced a feisty ball of energy from within the confines and into a legion of forsaken misfits. Having been found on the reservation we found it appropriate to call him Frybread.
There was to be one final addition to our menagerie when a coworker called that her grandson had discovered a tiny month old golden kitten inside a box tucked in an alley. Inside the box along with the little critter was an unopened can of cat food, a baggy of dry food, kitty treats and a toy. What more could any self reliant month old ask for?
Our band of 7 kittens and a now totally healthy mother were too numerous for that two man dome. Remarkably a donation appeared in the form of a large 4 man tent with 6 foot clearance. Large enough to house a large kennel, lawn chair, play house, two litter boxes, collapsible stool, a hanging mobile, a cardboard play pen and food and water dishes. We recently installed an air conditioner. Really!
UPDATE: That was the story last summer. By autumn Frybread had been whisked off to Colorado to accompany a lonely feline female. He has adjusted splendidly to the transition. He lives indoors much of the time but often gets the urge to prowl among the Colorado sage with his pal Pitch.
Abe and Goldie found refuge with a local gal and two appreciative young children who provide the feline pair with plenty of daily exercise climbing stairs, rifling through the laundry and keeping their claws off the furniture.
As for Anna and the remainder of the clan, following a short stint at a farm in Aberdeen, they returned to Pocatello to join an established colony, sharing a comfortably spacious residence with a convivial variety of welcoming feline colleagues. They spend much of their days relaxing among the many comforts of their accommodations when not engaged in typical feline activities (chasing each other, sleeping, mousing, snacking on their conquests, etc.)
We received a call in early April from a resident who had been caring for a small feral pride on the southwest side. She had discovered five sheltered kittens at the foot of her basement door and a diligent mother cat keeping constant watch. Still only two weeks old, she observed the protective mother relocating the clutch from time to time.Read More/Less
A good friend offered to raise and adopt two of the ferals leaving the mother with an easier task. The mother had avoided capture for years relying on cunning and perseverance to survive adversaries and the elements. She had borne previous litters always avoiding capture.
Deciding it was time to separate the kittens and socialize them, the now five-week-olds were captured and forced to live among the annoyance of human habitation. Fortunately, they didn’t seem to mind. Two female calicos and a pitch black male had inherited mother’s wile and responded with aplomb to human care and attention, so much so that all were adopted away so abruptly that we were reluctant to let them leave so soon.
Einie, the smallest female, has eyes which appear to understand every spoken word and immediately understood the mechanics of the litter box, hence the name. She currently resides in Syracuse, Utah embellishing a household of delighted children and very accommodating pets, not to mention mom and dad. Her name is now LuLu. The twosome of Humphrey, the black male, and Hannah are inseparable and headed to a life of high adventure on a rural ranch in southern Idaho where we expect they’ll uncover things yet undiscovered in their young lives.