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Abby's 10-week old kittens, ready for adoption




























































 ABBY

Late one wintry night someone threw out a cat in labor and her newborn kitten.  A passerby picked them up and brought them to Denise Sincio of the Westfield Homeless Cat Project.  Denise put the cat in a cage overnight - hoping for the best, fearing the worst.  When she checked early the next morning, the cat had given birth to two more kittens, hadn’t cleaned or nursed them and was frenzied.

 

The mother cat, only about 6 months old and just a kitten herself, hated being in a cage so Denise got her and the three kittens into a foster home in hopes that she would settle down and care for her kittens.  Her foster parents named her ABBY, an anagram for BABY since that was what she still was.

 

That night Abby delivered two more kittens – both stillborn.   The next week was touch and go with Abby near death and unable to care for her kittens. Thanks to medication, around-the-clock syringe feeding, and a great deal of care, Abby and two of the kittens survived. 

 

As Abby healed and began to produce milk, she nursed and cared for her kittens.  Although the kittens had many illnesses along the way including colds, eye infections and intestinal problems, the Westfield Homeless Cat Project provided the needed care and they grew into healthy, playful kittens. 

 

What began as a nightmare ended happily as Abby and both of her beautiful kittens found forever homes where they are valued and loved.  As we look at these beautiful kittens and rejoice that they and Abby survived and found homes, their suffering and the needless deaths of Abby’s other three kittens due to senseless human cruelty anger us and remind us why our NO KILL rescue is so needed.Abby.pdf




HANDSOM

The phone call came at 3:00 p.m. on one of the coldest days in December.  I was asked if I had received a phone call earlier that day about a cat that was hit by a car.  Obviously, I had not.  I ran to my answering machine and impatiently listened to dozens of messages, until I heard a woman’s voice describing an injured cat lying in her front yard.  She apologized for not doing anything; she said her husband wouldn’t let her help the cat.  The woman did not leave her name or number-thankfully, she left the address.


I grabbed a carrier and a blanket and flew out the frontdoor.  As I raced across town, I thought that if this poor animal was injured and in the freezing cold for six hours, I might be too late.  I pushed these thoughts aside as I approached the address given me.I slowed down and looked carefully on both sides of the road.  And there, lying in the middle of someone’s lawn, I spotted a pile of gray fur.


Blood was frozen to the cat’s face, his eyes, and his mouth.  But he was alive!  I kneeled beside him and gently touched his head.  I told him I was there to help him, and somehow, he understood.  Hoping that his bones weren’t broken, I wrapped a warm blanket around his body and gently lowered him into the carrier.  I placed him on the front seat of the car and pointed the warm air front the vent in his direction.  He looked at me with sad eyes as we drove the many miles to the vet’s office.  I was angry to think that anyone could leave an animal helpless and not respond. 


The vet awaited our arrival.  He took the cat in immediately, and I patiently waited for news for what seemed like hours.  Finally, the vet appeared and told me that the cat would recover.  He had a broken jaw, his mouth was split in half, and his teeth were all broken.  But the good news was that all of the bones in his body were fine. 


The vet named the cat Handsom, and for three months, while he recovered from his injuries, Handsom was a very special guest at the hospital.

Finally, our precious Handsom was released to the shelter, where many loving volunteers awaited his arrival.  Since then, Handsom was adopted into  a very loving home.  Handsom’s story has a happy ending.  Like Handsom, each and every cat that enters our shelter is precious in our eyes!



DIESEL

Diesel’s mother was found pregnant and abandoned, living out of a dumpster.  She ate scraps and whatever else she could find to survive.  A kind woman found Diesel’s mother and brought her to the Westfield Homeless Cat Project.  She was very weak, dehydrated and near starvation.  Only hours after arriving, the cat went into labor and gave birth to eight kittens over a twelve hour period.  Five of the kittens died during delivery; three survived and were rushed off to foster care.  Sadly, the kittens were so premature that two of them died within hours.  The surviving kitten waged a courageous battle to survive.  Diesel, named by his foster mom, was fed every two hours around the clock.  Each day he fought to live!  And that he did!  At eight weeks he more resembled a four week old, but with care and attention, Diesel grew into a beautiful Maine Coon cat mix.

             Diesel is now living the life of a prince.  He weighs ten pounds and lives happily with his foster mom, who just couldn’t give him up.