• do me a favor,  Family Matters,  movies,  the sticks,  The Zoo

    Save Forrest!

    Forrest

    This is Forrest. Forrest, the Special Needs Cat. He was born with two gimpy back feet and he needs a home. Don’t you want to adopt him? Isn’t he cute? Maybe that’s not the best picture of him but maybe if you read the story below and then watch what I hope will be a heart gripping movie, you will want to hail a taxi, book a flight or jump in your car and head out to the sticks so you can adopt him.

    My Mom lives in a rural neighborhood where somebody a long time ago had a bunch of cats that weren’t neutered or spayed. These cats kept having more and more kittens until her whole neighborhood was overrun with cats. Many of them are feral. My Mom loves cats and she has quite a bit of property so she has, over the years, adopted several of them.

    First it was Bam Bam who she saved from a tree that was being cut down and nursed her to health with a little itty bitty baby bottle. Then there was Forrest and his brother Tiger. There were two litters after that where two kittens died because they were malnourished and that was last year. This year one of my mom’s own cats had kittens (because she didn’t make it to the clinic on the free spay day). Then Rapunzel was playing out in the neighborhood and found another litter where one kitten was caught in a vent of a mobile home, hung up on his own afterbirth.

    Long story short, my mom has eleven cats. That is eight cats too many.

    The major problem is that there are too many male cats in my mom’s house. When male cats live together, they mark their territory and sometimes that territory can be your couch or the bath mat or the pile of pajamas you left on the floor. You get the picture. It’s pretty nasty. My mom manages to stay on top of it usually but my Dad has put his foot down and said Forrest and Joey (next post) have to go. Meaning if we don’t find a home for them, they have to be put to sleep. Ugh.

    My mom doesn’t want to get rid of Forrest the Gumpy Cat but she has to. He’s such a sweet kitty but he needs to be in a home where he is the only cat and where the cat box is changed regularly. He needs attention. He needs someone who can scratch his ears for him when he can’t reach them with his flippy back feet. Forrest just needs some special care. Maybe you will watch this movie and be that person.


    Run Forrest Run from secretagentjo on Vimeo.

    Did you cry? Did you sniffle? Or did you just wonder why my mom has so many ugly plastic chairs? How could you not love that cat? Did the sad music get you a little bit? I really tried. My Dad thinks people are going to read this post and think that they are horrible people who should have put Forrest to sleep a long time ago because he can’t enjoy life like a normal cat. I don’t think so. I think Forrest is a happy cat and deserves to live out his life naturally. What do you think?

    Are you with me? SAVE FORREST! Everybody stand up and yell “Save Forrest!” Okay, you don’t have to do that but if you can help or know of anybody who can help, we would love to hear about it in the comments or via email. If you are on my Dad’s side of the fence, I’m sure he’d like to hear your thoughts too. And if you want some plastic chairs…. let me know!

    Update: I forgot I had blogged about him before!

  • Bug,  out out out of the house!,  Super Dad,  The Zoo

    Passing on our crazy obsession with birds

    picking out our new birds

    This post is for Toby. He has been asking me twice a day if I wrote it yet. So now I feel extremely bad that I don’t have all that much to write about. But if you look through my flickr set, you’ll see that I did make quite an effort to try to be more funny with my titles and descriptions. Being funny is hard work. It’s a good thing I can draw because I suck at the funny blogging gig.

    Pulling Bug

    We went to the Magnolia Bird Farm on Saturday. It was a case of me begging Toby, “Please please take us somewhere. We are so very bored of this house and I can’t think of any adventures that don’t involve the mall and shopping.” I didn’t actually beg but I think Toby could hear me through my desperate looking eyes. I take Baby Bug all over the place but sometimes, I just need to get out with another adult.

    I love this pole

    The Bird Farm was a total hoot with Baby Bug. Last time we took her she was too little and didn’t really care much. This time it was like what taking her to the zoo should have been. She loved looking at all the birds. (At least they were awake, unlike all the animals at the Zoo). We explored for hours. I’m sure a lot of that exploring was her exploring the poop encrustment on the cages but I can’t do anything about that. Let’s just hope none of us come down with any bird flu viruses.

    sitting down

    The actual reason we went to The Bird Farm was to trade in two of our very very noisy finches. Sadly, we had to let Mel go. We’ve had him for ages but he was way too noisy. I love that bird but he had to go. I kind of feel bad that I didn’t give him a proper goodbye but I think finches only have a three second memory so he probably forgave me. He’s probably thinking, “Hot Dog! Look at all the hot women in here!”

    stacked birds

    I got Mel way back in the beginning to be a friend to Bridgeet, my first finch. Bridgeet was a female zebra finch. All white and cute as a button. A woman at work gave her to me because she had to get rid of her because she was too noisy. (Bridgeet, not the woman at work). Little did I know, that little white bird was the beginning of our crazy bird hobby. Toby’s always loved birds but getting a finch was permission to take his bird watching hobby to a whole new level.

    craning

    Then we built the bird aviary. Hmmmmm… I have pictures of it somewhere. Probably in my old archives that are GONE. Too bad because our aviary is really cool. If Toby’s office wasn’t always such a mess (and I didn’t have this aversion to showing off messes), I’d go take a picture of it. It’s huge and in our house. Just like a Zoo! In our house!

    We are the crazy bird people!

    Shortly after acquiring Bridgeet (and then Mel to keep her company) we started collecting more and more finches. (They are like candy except you can’t eat them and they tweet!) We had spice finches for a while but they kept having babies and that got out of control. So over the years, we’ve narrowed our collection down to mostly just waxbills. This is probably boring to 99 percent of the people who might read this but there’s going to be one person who knows exactly what a waxbill is and this paragraph is ALL FOR YOU!

    Can I go in there now?

    Bridgeet died a while back (she was old) and ever since, Mel has been a screeching lunatic bird. It could be because he misses Bridgeet or it could be because he just is a crazy lunatic bird. The bird aviary is in Toby’s office and in order to work, and get stuff done, Toby has resorted to squirting Mel with a squirt bottle full of water to get him to shut up. It’s really sad. Mel has had more than his fair share of baths.

    The rest of the birds have suffered too because when Mel gets squirted, he sends the whole aviary into a tither. It was time for him to go. We didn’t want to do it because who knows if somebody will buy him and put him in a very very small cage in a dark dorm room or something, but he had to go. Hopefully, he’ll get to live out the rest of his days at the bird farm with a zillion new hot girlfriends.

    So this is my goodbye post to Mel. And also a post about how we hope to pass on our love of birds to Baby Bug, so people can make fun of her too.