Elsa's Feral Spay/Neuter Project and Neonatal Kitten Rescue

Elsa's Feral Spay/Neuter Project and Neonatal Kitten Rescue A 501(c)3 neonatal kitten rescue, and TNR program. Specialized in helping orphaned and sick kittens get healthy, and find their forever homes.

Dedicated to helping Community Cats get spayed, neutered, and vaccinated. Located in Scipio, Utah

07/24/2025

This is my smaller senior room🐱

07/24/2025

Someone asked me to post a video of my senior cat area so here it is🐱

07/23/2025

My cat storage supply "She Shed"🥰

This little guy is Bob. He was found in a garage here in Scipio.They said he appeared injured. When I went to rescue him...
07/14/2025

This little guy is Bob. He was found in a garage here in Scipio.
They said he appeared injured. When I went to rescue him he had a large abscess full of maggots at the base of his tail.
I took him to my vet and they sedated him and cleaned it.
Fast forward I discovered Bob's ear were full of ticks. I removed what I could but back to the vet he went. You can see how many ticks were in this 6 months old baby's ears.
Bob started acting paralyzed and couldn't move. Back to the vet again. After talking with two different vets we believe he has tick paralysis.
He is on two medications, I am syringe feeding him, and Sub Q fluids am and pm.
Please send Bob some healing prayers. He is a very sick little guy🙏

06/30/2025

I want to say thank you to everyone who made a donation to my senior.cat rescue. It's folks like you that help me keep my rescue going.
The kitties and I appreciate you all very much🐱💜

THANK YOU AGAIN🐱

I know times are tough but if you would like to donate to my rescue to help cover supplies and vet bills for my senior k...
06/28/2025

I know times are tough but if you would like to donate to my rescue to help cover supplies and vet bills for my senior kitties I would really appreciate it. No amount is too small.
Below are some of my current rescues. I currently have 22 seniors🐱💜

You can Venmo:



Mail check to:

Elsas Project
PO Box 560078
Scipio UT
84656

The kitties and I thank you🐱

06/20/2025

Twenty years of love. Then, in a single afternoon, she was dropped off at a shelter—for having a few “accidents.” Confused, trembling, and alone, Lady sat silently behind the bars, waiting for someone who would never return. 😄

Lady was surrendered to BARCS Animal Shelter in Baltimore, Maryland. Her family said she was soiling outside her litter box. But a vet exam revealed the truth: she was nearly blind, and beginning kidney failure. Her weak hind legs made it hard to reach the box in time. 🌝

She didn’t misbehave. She was simply old and sick. 😿

Staff described her as quiet and confused. “Where’s my bed? My sunny window? Why am I here?” she seemed to ask with every blink. 🏡

And then… her photo went viral.

Full story in the first c0mment. 👇

06/20/2025

My favorite cat TV for my senior kitties 😸

06/13/2025

She wasn’t supposed to end up like this.
She wasn’t supposed to spend her final moments inside a cardboard box, soaked in rain, curled on a ragged pink towel.
She was someone once.
She had a name once — though no one remembers it now.
So we called her Hope. Because that was the only thing she had leftleft

When we found her, she was already halfway gone.

Her body was cold, drenched in muddy water and filth.
Her fur, once perhaps white and golden, was now a patchwork of dirt, wounds, and neglect.
She couldn’t lift her head. Her eyes were shut tight, crusted over by infection.
But when we reached out, she did something that broke our hearts into pieces.
She moved her paw—just slightly—toward our hand.
As if to say, “Please… I’m still here.”

Hope had likely been suffering for days, maybe weeks.
Abandoned by the world.
Unseen by hundreds of eyes that looked away.
She had once roamed the streets searching for scraps, maybe once curling near humans who gave her a fleeting smile or a piece of bread.
But love?
Love had forgotten her a long time ago.

The vet said she was in critical condition.

Severely malnourished.
Anemic.
Hypothermic.
Covered in sores and deep scratches.
She had sepsis from untreated wounds. Her body was shutting down.

Still, we tried.

We wrapped her in warmth.
We connected an IV.
We whispered her name.
And we prayed—desperately—that the warmth of human kindness would be enough to bring her back.

For a few moments, she breathed easier.
She gripped our finger with her fragile paw.
She let out a soft, almost inaudible purr.
It was as if, in those final hours, she knew she was no longer alone.
That someone had come.
That someone cared.

But the truth is, Hope had fought long enough.
She was tired.
She had waited for someone to love her.
And when that love finally came… she knew it was safe to let go.

Hope passed away in peace.
Not in the dark. Not in the rain. Not in pain.
But in the arms of a stranger who became family in the final chapter of her life.

One of my new rescues. I named her Laguna💜
06/13/2025

One of my new rescues. I named her Laguna💜

06/13/2025

It was late, and I saw a dead cat in the road. I went to get it out of the road and take it to the vet's the next morning so the owner could have closure.
As I went to pick him up, he moved his head slightly and gave out one of the weakest meows I've ever heard. I rushed him home as soon as I could, put him on my bed, and called every vet in the area to find one that was open. I found one and carried him to the car.
He was feather light and had no microchip. The vet determined he was most likely a stray, and an x-ray showed he had two broken legs and a broken rib. Through all of this, he could not stop purring; it was very weak but it was there. The vet said as the bill would be very high and there was no owner, the best thing to do would be to put him to sleep and to leave the room.
I couldn't leave. I decided he needed someone at the end, but then I realized I just couldn't let that happen. I was determined he had an owner who would have been devastated to have seen him like this, and I'd find them. So, with my term's fees for school, I had him fixed. No owner ever answered my ads.
While he was in casts, he was determined to try and follow me, but his legs flung around like paddles on a boat, so he got the nickname Paddlefoot, Pad for short. It stuck. My best friend of nine years now.
If I could say anything, it would be that not all cats die on impact with a car, so please stop if you hit one.

credit to respective owner😇

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Scipio, UT
84656

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+14354065010

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