Stormy Weather Feline Fosters

01/13/2026

I dropped off 10 fosters at PetSmart last night and spent a good while disassociating in my car after. Cow came to remind me that he could use dinner, thanks.

11/30/2025

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11/25/2025

Yep, this is Flannel's personality !

11/22/2025

When you're a good boy but a little hangry and overstimulated... You just gotta take a little bite out of the hand that feeds.

Walter McFluffy is still available for adoption and a super sweet old man with little nubbly teeth. No fingers were harmed filming this interaction.

11/10/2025

On Saturday November 8th the transference was finished. I don't know much about spirituality, metaphysics or anything else but there is a part of me that is sure that Blackie saw Flannel struggling to live and did something.

It was only when Blackie began a dramatic decline that Flannel perked up and began to recover from his own steep decline. After Blackie crossed the bridge Saturday, Flannel finally had a fat kitten belly again after two weeks of being skin and bones.

Tonight I will be planting catnip in a raised bed in memory of Blackie, a truly wonderful cat who I will miss.

11/07/2025

The house continues to be plunged in chaos. At least there's still Bagel's face.

Foster kitten Vasya presented with concerning neuro symptoms last night.

Retired colony cat Blackie had labs done last week with decreased organ function evident and has dramatically declined this week. We may be saying "see you later" at the bridge tomorrow.

11/03/2025

Monday vibes brought to you by Flannel

10/30/2025

A Bagel

10/24/2025

Sometimes I think about just posting photos and videos of Bagel Bite. Maybe it's the SSRI speaking but whenever I see him, and he looks at me, and especially if I squish his face and rub his nose and he gets all happy... I feel for a moment like everything is good.

Bagel Bite is a developmentally delayed adult cat that I've had since he was a baby, and though he is a foster he is also my world. I adore this boy in every possible way. We've come so far together, and though he's having a bit of a regression with his litter box habits (he only learned them this year), I'm so proud of him ❤️

09/03/2025

09/03/2025

September 2021, nearly 4 years ago San Antonio Feral Cat Coalition helped 63 total cats in two residences left behind when a hoarder passed away. Pumpkin Spice in the front was one of those cats rescued from the Somerset home, estimated at 8 years old at the time and with severe stomatitis.

May 2022, over 3 years ago I took on a group of 15 kittens with 2 moms with the worst calicivirus I'd ever dealt with, and then later panleukopenia that claimed 6 of their lives. Thing 2, aka "The Tank" pictured here was one of the survivors and adopted as a ginormous teen.

On Friday... Pumpkin Spice, now almost 12 years old, was adopted and reunited with that very kitten, now a huge adult with stomatitis as well.

Of course I miss PS, but I am so happy to see her finally "home". She's beginning to grumble less at her two feline housemates but let's be honest, her name was Pumpkin Spice for a reason! Her new name is Sally 🥰

08/28/2025

I was told today is ... And regrettably, Vern decided last night that he had to be there to see the celebrations for himself. This is one of my favorite photos of him.

Vern came into my care in January as an elderly cat with fur falling out and unhealing ear edges. He had previously been treated for mange as a colony cat but somehow looked worse after recovery. It turned out he was FIV+, had hypothyroidism, entropion, missing a toe and with squamous cell carcinoma on his ears, top of his head, nose, and even his trouble puffs. His right ear was decimated by the cancer and deemed inoperable... In spite of this he was the sweetest, stinkiest boy.

We felt Vern deserved a good retirement, a comfortable end of life with lots of treats and cuddles. Others agreed, and made it financially possible for us to care for a complicated case like him. He saw an oncologist, he started chemo, he had so many tasty wet foods, treats, and enough Churu to make medication time a joyous experience for him. In the last month his disease was visibly progressing, but his spirit said not yet, just a little bit more of this good life. On Sunday, he took a peek at the bridge but once more said no, I'm not ready yet and came back, beckoned by the smell of a grilled cheese sandwich.

He saw his oncologist Monday, and they said he was very Vern. Much the same, but we would be stopping chemotherapy as it was no longer stopping the disease progression and we would move to strict comfort care. Monday and Tuesday he had his fill of all his favorite things, including stompy little biscuits made on soft blankets. Wednesday he had his full buffet of foods offered, but declined his Churu after. He was tucked into bed, wearing his sweater for warmth and with a heat disc nearby. He was showered with praise and love. He later moved to one of his favorite resting places in a donut bed by the back sliding glass door and went to sleep... This time to complete his journey to the bridge.