05/20/2026
Two days ago, after a long day of rescue work at two trailer parks, I got a call from a DH (because Facebook won’t let me use the actual words) who has let the cat situation at his place spiral out of control for literally years.
Back in October 2025, I TNR’d 3/4 of the cats there. We removed and rehomed 11 adults and 18 kittens, but 6 feral cats had to be returned. Even though they could no longer reproduce, he became furious that some cats had to come back and refused to let me trap anymore.
I warned him the colony would repopulate. I bought 30lb bags of food trying to help financially. Still, he said: “I’ll get rid of them my way.”
There was no reasoning with him. No compassion.
Then 7 months later, at 7:30 pm, he calls and says:“Come get these dying kittens.”
He’s awful. I didn’t want to answer. I didn’t want to go to his house. But I went. For the kittens.
Before I could even get out of the van, he walked onto the porch, set down a box, and gruffly said, “They’re right there boxed up for you,” before turning around, going back inside, and shutting the door.
I walked up to the porch and looked inside the box.
Six kittens.Covered in snot.Eyes glued shut.Labored breathing.
As I carried them back to the van, scanning the property for moms and any others, I struggled to swallow the lump in my throat.
He won.
More kittens will be born.More suffering will happen.And I cannot make him cooperate.
That weight is heavy. 😞
When I got home and could finally examine them properly, one kitten immediately stood out from the others. He was half their size. Weak. Nothing but bones beneath his skin.
The others weighed between 325g–440g.He weighed only 220g.
I knew right then that this little one was going to need a miracle — and every bit of experience, commitment, and fight I had in me.
It’s been a couple of very long days and nights. I’ve done, and continue to do, everything I can to support him and help him turn the corner. I don’t know if he will. But despite everything I see in front of me, my heart still hopes it’s enough.
That he will make it.That he will grow strong.That somehow, he will beat the odds.
I named him “Quart Low.”
And today, he needs all the positive energy, prayers, and hope you can send his way. 💜