The Feline Furever Farm - A Cat Sanctuary

12/20/2025

Binx Sr. passed away with his owner by his side at 4:10 pm today. :'( I'm in a bit of shock over it all. While he was geriatric..I really thought he would make it till next Summer or even till the end of next year. He really declined after Mr. C***s passed 3.5 weeks ago. I think he really missed him a lot and the stress of his routine being a big out of whack may have pushed him over the edge. He ultimately lost interest in food and I was syringe feeding him these last couple of days.

I was so grateful his mom was able to come and be there...and I'm sure he was too.

I have some pictures of him but will post later. It's been a very long and very sad week. My younger cousin passed unexpectedly Monday, Pixie had surgery Thursday (which really stressed me out), and now Binx Sr. passed. Seems like all I've been doing is either getting stressed or crying.

There's a story to Binx and how he is responsible for bringing two families together...the same family who is like my own blood...and who I spend my holidays with down here in the south.

I'll write more later...right now...I need some time to process.

Binx Sr. 8/21/2012 - 12/19/2025 4:10 p.m..

12/18/2025

Pixie is in surgery having a full mouth extraction...and geriatric Binx Sr. (long term foster whose actually been here years now) isn't doing well at all. 😿 Please pray for both of them.

The owners of Binx made an appointment for him tomorrow. Earliest opening. I don't think he will make it despite me trying to syringe feed water and food.

Binx Sr's pic was taken in October and Pixie's pic was taken this a.m.

12/17/2025

For those that are reaching out to me asking me to take cats, I am closed for good. This page is only up to keep people posted on updates about some of the cats or happenings around here. I decided, after 12 year old Belle died in my arms, as I was trying to save her (from a URI that she acquired due to her becoming overly stressed after being discarded by the only owner she ever knew her entire life) that I was done taking in any more for the rest of my life. I am just letting these remaining 57 cats here live out their lives.

Please don't tag me or message me asking me to take in any more animals. This place is loaded with cameras too...so if anyone dumps one, the police are going to have evidence to arrest the person for animal abandonment.

Selfish and thoughtless people have ruined my calling. Other than a dozen or so cats that are still alive that I actually took on by my own accord, the majority of the rest of them, people put here or just dumped over my fence without my permission, wreaking havoc on the entire place. I never had illnesses here, FIV, FELV, fighting, bullying or anything of the sort. FELV showed up here in 2019. After that tragedy, everyone was tested and vaccinated for FELV and I went on lock down for a while. Then some as***le throws over a feral cat over my fence that has FIV - as well as a huge territorial bully. He got in a fight with just about everyone (especially attacking any dilute torties and orange cats) before he was captured and now has to stay locked in the catio for life. Since he arrived on the scene a couple of Easters ago, FIV and Stomatitis run rampant here - and has now affected my very own Pixie.

FIV isn't a death sentence...but it makes geriatric quality of life a huge challenge to obtain and maintain. On top of that...Stomatitis (often in conjunction with cats who are FIV+) is expensive to treat...and very painful for the cat and traumatic whenever their mouth "attacks" them.

Beyond selfish dumpers, the real kicker is that I was trying to be a place where people could put their cats here, board free as long as they sent food and supplies for the cat - as well as paid for any unexpected vet care. It was a great concept that has miserably failed and financially strains me every month trying to come up with the $8000 a month in food, care and other bills to run this place and keep it things up to protocol.

Far too many people at this point have asked me to take care of cats they couldn't care for or someone else couldn't care for. Some promise to return for the cat at some point. Some need the cat to be here for its entire life. They convince me with their swear-to-God promises to send donations/food/supplies for their cat(s) every month while it stays here rent free. They swear they are "not that kind of person (to take advantage of me/abandon their baby)..." but they prove to me that they are. They never send a fu***ng thing. They never come back. They never even inquire how their cats are even doing.

I love their cats as if they were always mine to begin with - so it's not like I'm going to ship their cats to some shelter to be euthanized. I reach out and ask for them to please send food or other supplies. They respond with how much they miss their baby - along with a million excuses as to why they haven't had the chance (to send s**t), etc etc (Meanwhile there's no excuse as far as I'm concerned because if the cat was still living with them...they would still have had to buy food for it...so why didn't they just continue and send what they would have been already buying along to me?) They once again swear to God that they are going to regularly send send send...but they never send crap. I don't know how they can live with all their broken promises to God. Out of the 57 cats here, 45 didn't start off as mine. Only one family regularly sends food every month on time like clockwork. The rest always falls on me...the food, the care, the vet bills - along with all the heartache when their time comes that God calls them home. It's heartbreaking for me. As these owners disappear or keep stringing me along with their million and one excuses as to why they can't or aren't sending food or ever visiting their cats, their cats get older and older and older. I treat them all with as much love and quality of care as I do my own. At this point, these cats, as far as I'm concerned have been abandoned. I look at my future - and I have to experiece at least 57 more heartbreaks when they are all called home to God when their time comes.

As much as I love my place, I have been thinking of moving and wondering if I should even tell the owners...I mean...it really doesn't seem like they care anyway. They won't be sending them Christmas gifts. It will be up to me to give their cats a gift. Meanwhile, their kitties would get a gift from me no matter what. I truly love them all...so they are all treated as if they started off as mine.

I have two beautiful gingers here. I was promised the world of care and these cats would definitely never be abandoned here. They were put here over a year ago. The girl dropped one bag when she dropped them - and sent one bag of food in February after I said something. That's it. I've reached out several times. She promises food...she promises she's coming to visit...she promises she's returning for them. There's always a million excuses...this has happened....that has happened...blah blah blah. Like I said...there's really no excuse. One of her cats has become so depressed lately. I think he finally has come to the realization that the one who raised him from a kitten till he was two years old is never coming back.

I'm also turning 61 here soon. While I'm blessed to still in great health, I do notice that 20 lbs of cat food feels a whole lot heavier than it did just last year...and 40 lbs of pine pellets is impossible for me to move anymore with my hernias.

I apologize for this long post...but I felt the need to explain my situation and the reason behind my closure of any future intake from here on out for the rest of my life.

Picture is of Cooper...one of my own cats that I adopted as a baby in 2014.

11/25/2025

Everyone's BFF ... Mr. C***s... passed away sometime during the night last night.

These are some of this year's pictures of him and videos of him even though I have tons of him. Found as a complete feral in my woods in 2015, he was untouchable until the day his friend Miss Beebee suddenly passed of a stroke in my barn in 2016. That day he let me pick him up and put him in the backyard. I have no idea how old he really was... probably 16 to 17.

He lived a great life and has left me with some of the best memories made here on the farm. He was super famous for lining up side by side with Mally and Charleston (aka Charley) and parading around the entire backyard in unison...almost like they were practicing to go into a real parade one day. It was hilarious. I would joke that he was the Godfather of the Feline Furever Farm Norteno gang (they loved to hang on the Northside of the property) which included Mally, Charley, and recent inductees Felix, Simba and Binx Sr.. I have some videos and photos of those moments of them parading together but I haven't been able to find them at the moment but I know they are somewhere.

There is sooooo much I could write about him. He was so legendary. One of my nicknames (and you can imagine the story behind the nickname) was Mr. C***star the Pornstar. He really was a lover boy and everyone's best friend...and the feline ladies adored him. He was the biggest success story of a 💯 % wild feral who rehabbed himself on his own terms to become one of the friendliest, most loving, gentlemen anyone could have ever known. He was such a gentle soul. I was so blessed the day he showed up in my woods.

I also called him the kitty with 1000 lives because so many times I thought he wouldn't make it through the night, but he would fight hard and bounce back. I actually thought he was going to pass back in May or June of this year. God gave me one last summer with him...and for that I'm grateful.

He suffered from chronic sinus congestion and asthma...but that never slowed him down. He was very allergic to something in my house, but thankfully, not outside or in the outbuildings. He would still come in...but after a while would struggle to keep his throat and nasal passages clear. He definitely got to go wherever he wanted whenever he wanted. The only time I was making him stay in, because I knew his time was coming, was at night these last few nights.

He lived a wonderful life here...but it is still sad to accept that our legend Mr C***s has finally let go.

Rest in Heaven my Mr. C***s...All of us, especially me, helper Christie, and your fellow gang members Mally, Charley, Felix, Simba and Binx Sr. (esp Mally and Charley of all) are all going to really miss you.

2010??? - 11/25/25 unknown time.

11/25/2025

So I just found out it is Save Our Strays that has been sending me all these wonderful donations of food!

Please remember them for donations!

GENERAL POST OFFICE BOX 021286 BROOKLYN, NY 11202 (718)332-3956 E-MAIL: [email protected] www.saveourstraysbrooklyn.com ​

11/24/2025

Secret Santa comes once again! Whoever this may possibly be ... I am so grateful for all of this. I truly am. My heart is weeping tears of joy. The kitties here are all enjoying the food so much. Thank you from the bottom of our hearts.

11/23/2025

What in the world!!! 😻😻😻😻😻 This is absolutely amazing to whoever is anonymously sending the kitties all of this food! I want to thank you from the bottom of my heart. You are truly so amazing. 😻😻😻😻😻. I'm so touched. I can't help but wonder if this is my mentor "O" (or a fan of "O" that has figured out who I am from the discord group.) If it isn't "O".... please know that I am still extremely grateful and lucky to have you as a friend whoever you are.

11/23/2025

Willie is singing ,"Thank Youuuuuu, You are Soooooo Paaaaaaawsome!" to whoever has sent this food for him and all of the other feline family members here at The Feline Furever Farm. We totally appreciate everyone who has been donating food to keep us going! We love you whoever you are!

11/22/2025

To whoever sent this, me and the kitties want to thank you so much! We also thought the flavor was absolutely Purrfect with Thanksgiving right around the corner! Thank you sooooo very much! You are totally pawsome!

11/12/2025

This was Daisy around 2017. My beautiful baby... this is my absolute favorite photo of her.

The photo I posted about her passing earlier was taken around May of this year. I never would have guessed she wouldn't be here right now. This summer, I noticed her dropping weight. Then it became obvious that she was suffering from an aggressive mouth cancer just like Tux, her full brother.

11/12/2025

It's been a tough two weeks.

It started with my dear Sirius.

Yesterday morning, I lost my beautiful Belle who I had rescued just a month earlier with her sibling Sebastian. She passed away in my arms at 4:05 am as I was up trying to give her medicine and eat a churu. She had been fighting a uri. I'm not sure what went wrong...the vet had her on three different antibiotics and I'm not sure if that had something to do with it, but she looked like she passed due to anemia to me. I had told the emergency vet about her black tarry stools and they passed it over and seemed more concerned with charging me a boatload then saving her. In hindsight I should have insisted on new blood work. She had some earlier in the month and apparently she was slightly anemic...but they had no concern. So...why didn't a red flag go off?? I am just heart sick over it. Belle was a gorgeous and super sweet cat. You touched her and she purred. The night before she passed, she was sitting on the couch and wanted to hold my hand. I am crushed she didn't make it. I will never bring another animal to that emergency clinic again. RIP Beautiful Belle 2013 - 11/10/25 4:05 am

Then, today, because I guess God wanted to just rip the crying bandaid off all at once, I woke up to Daisy, my OG beauty queen of the farm here, dying. Her mouth cancer had run its course, spreading upwards towards her eyes and brain...and she was done fighting. I had called yesterday about having her put down at the farm here because it only seemed right for her. She was born here and I really wanted her to pass here k**e her brother Tux who ironically died of the same thing on the same side. Everyone was days out. She passed away tonight at 10:50 pm with me by her side. The only peace that comes from the OGs when they pass is that they knew love from their first breath all the way till their last. Daisy only knew love on this earth...and I was so blessed to have her in my life. She was so much fun. She was my office girl. Working from home, for years she sat on my lap here in the home office. I would hold her in my arms and scratch her back as she chomped on my forearm like an ear of corn (it never hurt....she never clamped down). She was so strikingly beautiful that I had a chant I had made up about her back when she was a kitten. Whenever I would say it, shed strut off with swag in her step. "Daisy Maisy, the amazing Daisy, She's got beauty and she's got grace. She's simply amazing." She heard that as she was passing away today. RIP My beautiful Daisy 4/15/2013 - 11/11/25 10:50 pm

I have been crying so much I have a migraine....

10/30/2025

I lost my boy Sirius today to cancer. He passed away at Ark Animal Hospital at 2:22 pm today. He's with his buddy Elvis now as well as some of the other OG's that have passed before him. I don't know how old he was...probably 16 at least.

One fateful day, July 2014 - he picked me out at GCAC and won me over with his talking and reaching for me from his cage. I was there searching for another cat I was supposed to pull for another rescue that day over 11 years ago. He was so personable and super friendly. He pretty much begged me to take him home! I started to pet him and talk to him - and an inmate doing community service approached me, teary eyed and said "Can you please adopt him? I am so worried about him. He's one of my favorites here. He's been here a long time and I keep begging them to spare him - but they are about to clean cages - and I know his time is running out." (I knew what cleaning cages really meant.) I looked at the paperwork on his cage. He had been there for 6 weeks. He was brought in as a "feral" to be PTS - but the staff noticed that he was very loving and friendly - so they put him on the adoption floor.

I decided to take him home and the man was so elated. He was pulled with Elvis as well as Pixie, Trixie and Sugar in July of 2014.

The pictures do not do him justice. He was a super gorgeous black cat, probably with some spinx or siamese in him, with striking emerald green eyes. He was a huge talker and so gentle and loving. Even the vet that helped him cross today mentioned his beautiful deep green eyes.

I always tried to get a good photo of him - but he was hard to photograph as he followed me all over the place everytime I had the camera. These are two very rare shots I was able to find of him. The one with Elvis was the day he got here in 2014 (7/17/14) - and the other was of him from 2016. I have tried to take pictures of him these last couple of days to see if I could capture a picture of his gorgeous green eyes - but there was always a white cloud that was showing up on the lens. It never showed up on any other animal I pointed it to...only him. (Now I am thinking it was an angel, perhaps.)

Every cat here that passes is hard - but something about the OG's is very difficult for me. They have been here from the get go. They were the ones who began this place. They were the first to play in the buildings...the first to experience all the changes and all that was created...and they had a load of fun. The hardest pill to swallow is not just the loss of my long time furkids - but the fact that my full vision could not be finished before their time was up here. I feel this is a bit of the reason why the loss of my OG's really stings

Meanwhile, I do know I did the right thing today. I woke up to him crying and in excruitiating pain due to cancer in his colon. I knew his time had come.

When I arrived at the vet today, he began purring...and talking to me to say goodbye. I feel he knew he was going to be pain free soon. I've never had a cat thank me and be so grateful for every day he was here like he was. I really do believe he knew that he had 11 more years then he ever would have had the day I took him home.

I used to always say to him "Are you Sirius?? Yes - You Definitely Are! I love you!" I held him as he passed over to a new, renewed life and told that to him as he left this earth.

I will forever love and miss you Sirius. Give everyone a head butt for me...and I know in my heart that I will see you again one day.

RIP my gorgeous, mini black panther -
Sirius Black (GCAC Rescue) - 2010(?) - 10/30/2025 2:22 pm.