Breathing In, Reaching Out

It was 2 a.m. last night when I finally turned off the light. I was caught up in a document 168 pages long, and I'd only made it through half, but what an inspiring half it was. I didn't realize how quickly it would lead to a real world impact. Twelve hours was all it took. The document is the Pets for Life Community Outreach Toolkit. Big name, I know. But inside the Toolkit was an ethic I believe in. It is an ethic that inspired the creation of The Underground Tailroad. It is an ethic that motivates me every day.

Click HERE to Find Your Own Downloadable Copy of the Toolkit

I believe in the Human-Animal Bond. I believe that animals bring a lot of goodness to our lives - intrinsic and extrinsic rewards which improve human health and well-being. I believe that it is our human duty to bring such goodness to the lives of animals, as well. Call it what you may: stewardship, compassion, care-taking, dominion. Although I don't personally ascribe to the latter label, I've been approached by more than one individual who sees from a spiritual perspective that humans have dominion over the creatures of the earth by Grace of God, so it goes on the list. Whether stewardship or dominion or somewhere in-between, aren't we laden with the responsibility of creating goodness?

I do ascribe to the Pets for Life (PFL) model. All too often I hear animal advocates and animal lovers pushing humans to the side with judgment and hostility. Do I ever feel that way? Most certainly. I don't believe that animal cruelty should go unnoticed or uncorrected. I see neglect. I react like the majority of humans with disgust and dismay as animals suffer under our care. But I also know that if I want things to improve for the animals, I better not forget the people behind them, or I will never win. I will never be contributing to fixing what is a broken system of animal welfare. I will be an actor, a player with a part, and I may have impact in the moment, but I won't be creating the impact I want to see across time. I better put on my big girl pants and swallow my ego, because that's the only way I'll get the world that I want. The more I tell someone what to do or put my expectations on them, the harder I will have to work in my life. I don't want to work that hard, so I choose a different course.

Which brings me to today. 2 p.m.

I'm sitting in the bustling office at Haywood Spay/Neuter, where I am Executive Director, and the phone rings. A gentleman is looking for the phone number for animal services. That's easy enough, but oh so often there is much more behind that request, and without my prodding, he laid it upon me. He has a dog that he needs to give up. 

Stop. 

How many of you know this moment? This is THE moment, folks. This is the make it or break it moment. This is a crossroads with multiple destinations, and this is where the real work begins. What do you do?

Judge? Say, "You horrible human being"? That's the easy one. It gives you an immediate sense of worth by making another person worthless. It doesn't take much work at all to get to that destination.

Escape? Haywood County Animals Services is 828.456.5338. There. done. I'm an Executive Director at a spay/neuter nonprofit. This isn't my responsibility. I've got a million things to do today, so this can be someone else's problem. NIMBY. Not in my backyard. 

In all honesty, I am not very good at pressing the 'escape' button. In fact, I'm sure there are lots of people who think I need to press the 'escape' button more often, but that's not my path in this life. But I am not you, so I'm just putting that option out there.

I'm pretty sure it was because I was reading the Toolkit that I found myself taking a deep breath. In. That quiet space we all know exists but takes an effort to tap into. Unless you are a practiced yogi or a sage or a priest, I suppose. I like to think that our social workers and our teachers are good at this too, this breathing in and pause. Breathe in so as to reach out. 

It wasn't just a dog. It was a pit bull type dog. Big strike against the dog if it goes to the shelter. The fellow then stated that the dog had mange. How about just putting a big red X across that dog's intake sheet if it ends up at animal services? Maybe I'm being a pessimist, but I think I'm being more of a realist. Rescue resources for pitties in our area are few and far between. Complicate that with a medical condition, and whammy. No happy ending. Just an ending instead. So what now? 

The answer for me is simple: try to find a solution to keep this dog out of the shelter. He wasn't trying to give up the animal to the shelter out of lack of love. As the story unfolded, I could hear his voice waver. He'd found this dog over a year ago. It was a mellow dog, good with kids and other dogs, well-behaved, laid-back. All wonderful qualities. So why give it up? I asked that, and he gave me reasons. Real reasons.

• He's done everything he knows to do to treat the skin disease and nothing is working. 
• Hear yourself judging? You might be.
• He has four other dogs, and this one is chained.
• Judging yet? 
• He is unemployed.

Ah. This is something I can relate to. My family, in general, has had lots of up-and-down financial struggles since I was about eight years old, so I relate to the stresses we encounter in life with a fairly long-arm view. I also was unemployed for twenty months while creating the Tailroad movement, putting myself through grad school (almost done!), caring and educating my son, and trying to find an awesome job in animal advocacy, such as I have now.

By taking the time to listen and ask open-ended questions, I was able to find out quickly that this was a man who was overwhelmed. He wanted help, but didn't seem to quite want to accept it. The more we spoke over the phone, the more I thought that, "Wow, I think he is embarrassed!" I may never know, but it sounded to me like he felt horrible about how bad his dog looked, and that he didn't want anyone to know this was his dog, his responsibility, and, in his eyes, his failure. Nothing he'd tried had worked. Mange can make a dog look appalling when it goes systemic - a dog covered by festering skin. Maybe he should have taken the dog to the vet, you say, perhaps with a little bit of a tilted nose, a sniff, and a hint of sarcasm. Yes, there is that. However, low-cost veterinary services can be hard to come by. Also, from a cultural context, which I highly believe everyone needs to think about as they live their lives, we live in a location where people tend to do what they can with what is available, including doing their own shots for their pets, and home remedies if something is wrong with them, or reaching for a product at a farm supply store. It's common practice here.

What next? Time for action. We made a plan. I took his contact information and asked if I could try to secure veterinary care for his dog. He acquiesced. It took quite a bit of time to get to this point. Before we reached that point, I asked about his other dogs, because I really wanted to know more about them. I found out one had been adopted from a local humane society and had come fixed. Great! Another was a female feist. Fixed. Woohoo! The third was a 13 year-old pit bull. Wow, sounds like a good caretaker to me. Not fixed, he admitted, but given the dog's age, that's fair, and he was the one to bring up how he needs to keep an eye out for prostate and testicular cancer. Fantastic. The fourth is a small-breed puppy, not yet fixed. A mutt. So we talked about signing the puppy up for our spay/neuter trip at the end of the month when it is old enough to also receive a rabies vaccine. Kind of glad we kept that conversation going.

Why is the dog chained? Because he has a smaller home, and this dog is a larger dog, and there may be too many dogs, and he, the human, is stressed out about life right now. That situation isn't ideal, but it goes on a to-do list to come back to in the future. At least he doesn't seem to want to chain this dog up, which is still considered common practice here in Western North Carolina.

I gave him my cell number so he had a way to reach me, because I told him it might take me a day or two to align assistance. Honestly, if I was going to have to solicit the volunteers and staff in the office for donations, I was willing to do it. I gave him my number because I wanted him to know that I wasn't just listening and giving up on him and his dog.

During the next hour I spoke with an animal hospital twice. I spoke with Linda from SPARK, a pit bull organization which funds medical care. I spoke with Joanna from Francis Fund, Haywood County's emergency veterinary expense resource. Between all these partners, we managed to make him an appointment to have his dog seen so it could receive the treatment it needs.

The veterinary receptionist was helpful beyond words. She was thoughtful and understanding. And I appreciated two organizations joining together to offer to fund the treatment this dog needed. Did I hear the familiar refrain about how he needs to pay something because we don't want him thinking he doesn't have any responsibility? Yes. I did. And I could only reply that he was paying in other ways. In the back of my head I couldn't help but think how a little giving now could lead to goodness being paid forward down the road, how it could keep this dog in its home with a person who loves it, how it could bring another community member into our hearts and into this process of change. We have the potential in these scenarios to make friends. To find a new volunteer. To find a spokesperson who takes our message and spreads it across a neighborhood, a community. We have the potential to save a dog. To help a family. That's about all I need.

This is still an open case. But I will say, though, that when I called him back with the good news, well, it warmed my heart to hear his gratitude. I could hear his voice lift with some real hope and optimism. And surprise. I didn't expect that, so for me, the reward was very great, even if the time investment was high. I received three cell phone photos of his dogs today. In a way, I've already met his family. I told him I'll be calling him tomorrow to remind him of his upcoming appointment, and, yes, this whole thing could fail. This blog could be for nothing. He could simply -poof- disappear, but I don't think he will. I may have to find a rescue for this dog. He may really need help rehoming him. Or maybe not. We'll just have to see. He loves this dog, so if we have to rehome him, well, we're doing it out of love, and I'll work with that.

I did offer him a word of caution: "Be nice to the veterinary staff." Just to be safe. Just a reminder that a lot of people were going to bat for him and his dog, so be polite. Maybe I shouldn't have, but, basically, in this blog I am saying to you and to me the same thing, "Be nice." Be part of the solution. 

And although I am the Executive Director at Haywood Spay/Neuter, Haywood Spay/Neuter is STILL Haywood Animal Welfare Association at its root. I see it as my duty and my destiny to strive to help us all fare well. And I will continue to work my way through the Pets for Life Toolkit, because I don't think it is done teaching me lessons. Indeed, I believe it is just a beginning to something incredible, a path to a destination I want to reach where we all work together, and the animals are safe and loved, and so are the humans.

Love from the Tailroad,

Chandra

Smitten With Kittens: Baby Exxon

Baby Exxon was trapped on June 23, 2013, at an Exxon station in Sylva, NC, where she'd been surviving on her own for some time. Folks tried to nab her, and she just wouldn't give in. Food was being left out for her, but finally we procured a live trap, got rid of all the old food, and trapped her cute little spirited hissy self within a few hours.

We made a video blog about her transformation. So many cats are trapped and euthanized each year across the United States. Classified traditionally as 'ferals,' we like to use the more-appropriate term 'Community Cats.' Community Cats range from being, yes, feral, or quasi-wild, to tamed or tameable kitties. But in our shelter system, they often face a sad fate: euthanasia. The blanket euthanasia policy which these cats face rankles us to no end. Community Cats were created by humans over the centuries, and we have a role as stewards upon this planet to care for them. Yes, we need to eliminate the proliferation of such cats in our society, but the best way to do that is through spay/neuter and education. Trap-Neuter-Return programs do just that, and they work.

Trap-Neuter-Return (TNR) means trapping Community Cats, fixing and vaccinating them, and placing them back with the rest of their colony. The population of these cats quickly stabilize, unless people, yes, PEOPLE, continue to dump unaltered cats in these locations. These cats are provided food and, often, medical care as needed. Upon weaning, kittens can be removed, at the initial stage, and placed for adoption. 

What about wildlife impact? Well, in Western North Carolina trap-neuter-return programs exist where people do, not in national parks, national forests, and other protected areas. They also are set up in communities that are not serving as major wildlife habitat, particularly because people, yes, again, PEOPLE, are living in close quarters, such as trailer parks and apartment complexes. What do you find in such locations? Endangered species? Not likely. What IS likely is trash, scraps, and an over-abundance of small rodents. Also, in TNR programs often food is provided for colonies, taking the impact off local wild animal populations. Further, I find it ironic how some groups push for cat eradication programs, i.e. killing these cats, when human impact, the over-abundance of PEOPLE, is acceptable. Humans build roads and multiple houses and businesses across the landscape. Humans pollute the earth and waste resources and eradicate species daily. But it is easier to point a finger at something other than ourselves.

Baby Exxon transformed within fifteen minutes of her rescue. She had been lonely and scared. She had most likely been dumped by a human being. She is safe and loved. She is a success story. For us, trap-neuter-return and looking out for the well-being of our community cat populations are better options than eradication.

We thank Kaleb of Catman2 for chatting about Baby Exxon on Facebook so that we heard about her situation and were able to help. She is now part of Smitten With Kittens 2013, and we look forward to the day when she is spayed, and to the day when she finds her Furever Family. No more smelly mackerel behind the kerosene pump for her.

Love from the Tailroad,

Chandra

Smitten With Kittens Videos

Hi, All!

Just a quick post to bring together some loose ends, as we work our way through learning about this blog's capabilities! We've created some videos this spring/summer to accompany the Smitten With Kittens 2013 campaign, so I am posting them here, now, too. Some are teachable moments. Some are fun.

1) Baby Raymond, our first bottle baby of the season, who found a fantabulous foster mama, thanks to our incredible WNC rescue network, over at Duke's Animal Haven!

2) Learning through our orphans - What to do if you find one!!!

3) Hissy kittens can become precious, loving additions to a family. In a shelter, though, kittens and cats like this are often overlooked. We'd like to change that! These three ended up being pulled as part of the Smitten With Kittens campaign.

4) Sharing the LOVE! These started out as bottle babies on the Tailroad, but a loving mama kitty was done nursing her own, and she jumped in to help, so these three kittens are now under her tender loving care.

5) These four kittens came from a feline leukemia colony. At the time of rescue these two girls and two boys tested negative, so they are in strict quarantine until they can be retested. We are taking it a step at a time. They were dying from flea anemia, but the fleas are taken care of, the kittens are being wormed and fed good food and given lots of love. We take our responsibilities seriously!

Love from the Tailroad,

Chandra

And we'll post videos from now on as we make them, now that we've learned!

xoxoxo

Spay, Neuter, Adopt, Adore, Support, and SHARE!

Smitten With Kittens 2013 - Mercy is a Mission

7 am, the time of reckoning. Ellen Kilgannon, the Executive Director at PAWS Bryson City (NC), and I had arrived at the trailer where we were set to remove sick kittens for euthanasia. Yep, that's right. Animal advocates were advocating for euthanasia, a humane end to the suffering the kittens were living through. When we'd first been to the home a couple weeks ago, there was rampant upper respiratory infection circulating through at least a dozen of over twenty kittens. Yep, that's right. Twenty-plus kittens among assorted adults. A nightmare which only got worse. Upper respiratory infections were a complication, but Kaleb of Catman2 Shelter returned about a week later to start testing the lot for Feline Leukemia.

FACT SHEETS FOR FELINE LEUKEMIA: 

http://www.vet.cornell.edu/fhc/brochures/felv.html

http://www.sheltermedicine.com/node/43

Feline Leukemia testing quickly became more than just a step in the process of helping the kittens. Three mother kitties and two larger, healthy-looking kittens tested positive. So what had started as a mission to assess, improve the health, and rescue kittens, while fixing the adults to remain behind, turned into a mission of mercy, whereby we'd remove the desperately sick kittens for euthanasia, which we assumed to be about half of them judging from the last time we'd been on site, and then testing the remainder. Those testing positive would be euthanized. Why? No one wants to euthanize kittens, but weak, fragile kittens fade, sometimes slowly, and suffer, and Feline Leukemia requires extensive quarantine and retesting. We don't currently have the infrastructure across the region to foster positive kittens for months on end. We don't even have space for healthy kittens. The caregiver suffers from various ailments, and she was incapable of providing the standard of care for potentially that many kittens for such a duration of quarantine either. It was the right thing to do, and a gut-wrenching task for all of us involved, right down to the health workers who alerted us to this situation.

But on June 14th at 7 am, when Ellen and I arrived to commence the Mercy Mission, we found the majority of the kittens had cleared their respiratory and eye infections. Whether this was on their own or this was due to administration of antibiotics by their caregiver is unknown (she had been provided with antibiotics by Kaleb, but we're not sure whether she followed through or was capable of doing so). What it meant, though, is that we had to re-assess our action plan. We chose to remove the smallest, youngest kittens and whichever larger ones we could get our hands on. Some were hiding under the home with mother cats, and they would be retrieved at a later date, and there were more in a shed on another part of the property that would be dealt with later, as well.

All told, we picked up ten fuzzy, fluffy purrbabies ranging from five to eight weeks old, including the only one that we could see with any remnant of severe eye infection. Also among the kittens was the caregiver's favorite, the smallest, most frail of them all, a fluffy tortoiseshell. Animal advocacy is community work. It requires diplomacy, and in this case the negotiations that come with diplomacy. Mercy. Understanding. The caregiver was already struggling with the situation - the number of kittens, the reality of euthanasia. A couple kittens had already died on premises and another in rescue with Kaleb. Slow, agonizing deaths. But euthanasia, death at human hand with purpose, is a difficult concept for a caregiver to grapple, too. So we negotiated, as she strove to keep this frail kitten, one she had taken to nursing and nurturing. The deal was this: if the kitten tested positive for Feline Leukemia, I would return it to her, alive. If the kitten tested negative, I would do all in my power to return it to health, and we could cross the bridge of where it would live when older when, well, it was older, if it lived. Thanks to the woman's partner and supporter, we were able to reach this compromise.

Ten kittens were removed from the home. Of the ten, six tested negative for Feline Leukemia. We are very glad we opted for this new action plan. Four were euthanized after many kisses and tears and being nestled against pounding, hurting, compassionate hearts. One of the kittens who was euthanized was the very first that came to greet us this morning of reckoning - a fluffy dilute tortoiseshell - who lay on her back in the crook of my arm. And so too she slipped away, as the veterinarian gave her a sedative prior to death. They were all beautiful kittens, some of the prettiest kittens we have seen in a long while.

Ellen took the two remaining older kittens into quarantine at PAWS, and I took the remaining four. The veterinarian cautioned, wisely, that we needed to nip the fleas in the bud immediately. Their blood was like water from the fleas ingesting red blood cells, and the little ones had very little fight left, which is why the smallest one was so absolutely debilitated. Fleas, not upper respiratory infections, were killing the kittens that were left. The kittens' gums were pale as ghosts, and we hopped to work. It is only day one in rescue, so we do not know what the future holds. All are eating, and all we can do is try. And all of these kittens will need to be retested for Feline Leukemia a few weeks down the road. If they test positive, we will have to say goodbye, and I am not looking forward to that. Weeks of bonding and then purposefully ending a life takes its toll. Yet it is part of our journey, a reality we are facing, because we are in the early stages of a tide of change. At some point will we have a strategy for feline leukemia positive kittens whereby they have a foster, and eventually a home? There is a good chance that yes, that can be so, in time and with Community Support. Without Community Support, options are limited to a severe degree. And part of that Community Support, an integral part, is supporting low-cost spay/neuter programs wherever one lives. Yes, foster if you have space and the time and the will, but if you don't, then please support spay/neuter, even if it is for pets that don't belong to you. Even if you don't agree with a situation, a person's way of life, their journey, their story. There is a lot of judgement in a human being, but there is a lot of humanity too, and we need humanity to kick in if we are going to improve our world.

Next week we will try our best to assess the rest of the kittens. We will also assist the caregiver in dealing with the flea infestation in her home. And we hope that health professionals continue to assist in her healing journey through life. The adult cats? They will be fixed and remain with the caregiver regardless of Feline Leukemia status. They are considered owned, and, again, we are animal advocates, but we are also community advocates, and there is compromise in working with humans, and compassion. She loves her cats. Her daughter loves her cats. If this family had fixed, or been able to fix, their adult cats prior to their giving birth, we wouldn't be struggling through this awful situation. Sometimes reality bites. Like fleas. Throw a bandage on the bite, and it may heal, but if you don't take care of the fleas, then you'll just have more bites, so spay/neuter and wish us well on our journey.

Love from the Tailroad,
Chandra

Smitten With Kittens Takes Heart

Today is a video blog. I was thinking about it as I was driving today...how we can sit through 24/7 news feeds of tragedies around the world...how we can turn blind eyes to suffering or simply shut off the channel. But if we let something touch us, is that a bad thing? So I ask you to watch. And, yes, I'm fine. Of course I'm fine. I'm a tough cookie. But that doesn't mean that I don't feel pain or sadness. Smitten With Kittens isn't derailing me. It makes me stronger, a fighter, a better person. I'm strong enough to share with you true emotions, because anything else would be false and doesn't do justice to the Smitten With Kittens Initiative.



Spay/Neuter, Adopt, Adore, and Share.

Love from the Tailroad,
Chandra

2 a.m.

It is 2 a.m. Thursday morning. I wake, stretching my arms protectively, lovingly around…no, not a human significant other…but around what is akin to a black hat box on my bed. Inside is tiny precious cargo, a newborn kitten alone in the world. I roll back to find myself up against seventy-five pound Clayton, one of our family dogs. He is snoring gently, his jowly lips fluttering against his breathing. It is a peaceful time where night is deep. His steady presence is almost enough to pull me back to slumber, but in kitten season, such gifts as long nights of sleep become far-off wavering mirages, much the same as mothers with newborn babies experience.

Raymond is, we say, about two days old. His little umbilical cord is still attached. His eyes are sealed shut, and he has all the frail bearing of a newborn kitten. He is a wee orange tabby. Mother was hit by a car and died. Two siblings died before he and his sister were brought to the rescue yesterday. Then sister died. They weren’t in knowledgeable hands; they were cold and being fed human formula. Blessedly, the person who found them did reach out for help, and because of rescue camaraderie, we were able to coordinate to bring the pair into our care. Kaleb of Catman2 Shelter tried to get them off to a new, fresh start, warming them, doting upon them, along with his amazing volunteers, but it was too late for the one, and heartbreakingly so. However, Raymond, a little to our surprise, is rallying thus far.

Late last night we brought him home in his hat box. He was nestled in a soft receiving blanket on top of a Snuggle Safe disk…a microwaveable heated pad in a soft fleece cover. We warmed up his kitten formula and fixed the nipple on his bottle so he could drink easily. The combination of warmth and the right food seemed to make a difference, and he ate well, then settled into a peaceful little ball. We can only hope that intervention has come soon enough, and that he is hardy enough, that Raymond will make it through the next twenty-four hours. We have to worry about those first twenty-four before even considering what might be his future.

Raymond is part of Jackson County’s Smitten With Kittens initiative. Last year I found myself working persistently to assist our animal shelter with its heavy kitten season, because the thought of all the animals being euthanized, and the toll that must take on a human being working in that environment, made me ache inside. But a lot has happened in a year, and because of community support and rescue friendships, we have an opportunity to prevent so many unwanted litters and save lots of kittens who have already been born. It was often the case that pregnant cats and litters of unweaned kittens could be euthanized at the animal shelter, because their needs are very high, and we have an abundance of amazingly adoptable young adult cats that sit in the shelter day in, day out, waiting for homes. But we’re working together – Catman2, Jackson County Animal Shelter, ARF Jackson Humane, and my son and I of The Underground Tailroad, in order to help ALL the cats which make up this equation.

We want people to adopt adult cats, as well as kittens. We want to eliminate needless euthanasia. We want to increase awareness of just what it takes to raise a kitten, the toll it takes on those of us who pick up the burden our community drops at our door because spay/neuter is not the norm. Sleepless nights. No languid summer vacations. Watching kittens die because of their fragility, their circumstances. Making the decision to spay a pregnant cat because there are hundreds of kittens born in just our one county during a year’s kitten season, which starts in spring and lasts through early autumn. Personally, I also want the community to see that we are in this together. Rescue groups and animal control are not magical entities. They are made up of human beings who work tirelessly to make a difference. We have varying motivations, but we come together for a common good.

It is time for me to feed Raymond now. I heard him squawk from within his blankets. Perhaps after he has eaten, I will be able to enjoy a cup of coffee while putting my own work day in order. Every two hours he will need to be fed. I have a job. I have a son. I have pets of my own and bills to be paid. I have friends who I’d like to see. All of that is still there. So fix your pets. And if your pets are fixed, and you have the means, help someone else fix theirs, and support those of us who are trying to grow a better community one life at a time.

Love from the Tailroad,

Chandra

Smitten With Kittens 2013

Fixing our Communities

It didn't begin so well, the day, that is. Maddie, a foster dog, decided that her last day with us before heading to New Jersey would be best begun by trying to eat my cell phone...again. Last week it was the battery cover. This time it was the transmitter, you know, the part you speak into. I could hear people just fine: "Hi, Chandra. Chandra. Hulloooo. Are you there? Chaaaaandra?" Click. If ever there were an opportunity to say whatever you wanted to me without me talking back, it was the time. Eli, my son, also had a day off from school in the middle of the week, and I had a job to get to, and it was transport day. Transport day...foster dogs Maddie, Taco Paco, and Cupcake, all from the Jackson County Animal Shelter, were slated to leave western North Carolina for New Jersey, pending successful health checks. Another thing to work into the day. A typical day as an animal advocate, though.

Then there was the voicemail from an animal control associate, asking me to call him. Would have been nice to call him, but, again, the cell phone. So the text messaging began. Can I help a mama cat with kittens...four day old kittens...slated to come to the county shelter? Oh, no, not already. Kitten season. I'm not ready. The onslaught of babies with nowhere to go, the mamas forgotten, the euthanasia or the battle to evade that dire fate. Timing was such that I thought I might be able to help this particular family of kitties, but it would take some doing, one more thing to work into the day. But then Rescue Magic happened, again!

The text message came. A rescue friend asked me if I knew of any eight week old kittens to add to our transport that night. Well, eight weeks old versus four days old, not a big difference, right?! I had to ask. The flurry of text messages between the animal control officer, my rescue friend, and myself eventually led to my speaking with the shelter director at our recipient group in New Jersey from my office phone, when I rolled in to work.

"Can you take a mama kitty with four day old kittens? I'm not sure how many."

There was a brief discussion in the background. "Yes," was the reply.

I also knew of eight week old-'ish' kittens in Haywood County's animal shelter. We spoke briefly about these kittens, and before I knew it, the gal had a plan in place to attach those to another transport heading out the next day. Timing is everything.

Great news, right?!

Another text message came. Something about mama cat has a pregnant sister already at the shelter - a ready-to-pop pregger sister. It's hard to think that one might go because she has kittens, and another might miss her chance, but that IS a reality in our work. The window for sending cats and kittens up north is usually very narrow. We luck out when they ask for a litter, and it usually comes in the early part of the year because our kitten season heats up sooner than the northern climates, in general...at least the most intense onslaught of kitten season. Once kitten season heats up for real up north, though, then the window slams shut. Would this pregnant kitty have a shot at a future in New Jersey. Another phone call was made.

"Mama cat has a pregnant sister who is ready to pop. Can you take her? I'm so sorry to be asking! You've been so generous already!" That's basically how it went. Another brief discussion in the background.

"Yes."

Why? Because, again, even when these yet-to-be born kittens are eight weeks old, their kitten season will just be beginning. We made the cut.

Wow. I couldn't believe what happened. Miracle. And now off to health checks for the dogs. Never a dull moment.

Would we be able to get health checks for these kitties on the day of transport? Yes. The veterinarian was willing to squeeze them into the day's busy schedule...a day of in-and-out rescue weigh-ins, heartworm tests, and transport physicals, interspersed among their regular clientele.

The next question was whether or not we would actually be able to get the cats to the vet. The mama cat and kittens were still underneath a sink in an apartment. The pregnant cat was at the shelter. The animal control officer had a very busy day of tasks and appointments. I was in the middle of getting my dogs ready for transport and taking care of work duties while enduring my son's boredom with the whole thing. I'd have made it work...I'd do anything to help those cats. But I didn't have to.

The animal control officer volunteered to get them to the appointment. He'd bring them himself.

This is the kind of stuff I live for. When we can come together to make a difference, when we can bend with the breeze, we can accomplish almost ANYTHING. We can definitely create better, more dynamic communities, communities full of caring and innovation and change. We have to remember to appreciate these moments every single time, because they MAKE us better than we are. As an animal advocate living in these mountains where poverty is rife and animals are considered property, trying to improve the system can be frustrating, to say the least. The problems are so many that it can be difficult to decide where to start. I'm also the type of person who tends to see the forest and the trees, which I like about myself, but it can be overwhelming at times when needs are intense and immediate and assistance can be scattered and spotty, lacking coordination.

But I believe we are tending to the trees with the goal of creating a healthy, balanced forest. We strive to rescue as many animals in need in the now, assisting their families or the folks who find them. We strive to support our animal control officers so they can have a meaningful career where the day-to-day does not include a constant string of killing (call it euthanasia - or gassing in some regions - it is still killing). We strive to help people spay and neuter animals in need...their own pets, found strays who will end up staying put, or pets tended to in a community. The last one is the long-term solution. Fixing our dogs and cats will be the ONLY thing that ends the killing of millions of shelter pets every year.

Just look at those cats. Mama cat with what turned out to be five four-day-old kittens, and her sister ready to have even more, and the male cats who were turned out with them. We HAVE to fix them. If we don't, they multiply before our eyes, and there aren't enough places for them to go. We can't stem the tide without spay/neuter. Every puppy and kitten born deserves to be cherished and cared for instead of dead because we screwed up. We've screwed up royally, and we are making animals pay the price. We are duty-bound as stewards on this planet to do better. We also have to look beyond our own and reach out to our brethren, our communities, and ask, "Where can I help? Can I volunteer? Can I donate? Do you know someone who needs help?" That is our duty.

My friend, this animal control officer who was so willing to go the extra mile...my friend has done more to help these animals in need than many a member of the surrounding community...members who blame or are utterly apathetic, irrational, or irate. I also know, though, that there are lots of members of our communities who are open and willing and simply want to know what to do.

Here's what to do:

Support your local shelter - county or private.

Speak up about what your community needs.

Speak up for those whose voices go unheard.

Recognize your role as a leader, as a steward - we all are leaders and stewards in our own way.

Fix your pets...help the animals in your community get fixed.

Remember that you might think you know how someone else feels or lives their life...but you really don't...we each have our own journey.

Be a friend to those on their own journeys - strive to make things better, not worse.

Be kind. Be Compassionate.

Keep the forest in view...it is beautiful...and nurture those trees.

Love from the Tailroad,

Chandra

P.S. The kitties, when I saw them, were beautiful!!! Wee kittens, umbilical cords still attached, were snuggled up to a doting mother in a comfortable crate. Pregnant mum was settled into her cushy crate as well, and they began their journey north. The older kittens should be leaving tonight, February 21st. Life is beautiful. Living things are divine. Twenty-one dogs, two adult cats, five kittens, and a litter on the cusp of birth had their ride to freedom and families. Let's wish them many happy beginnings in New England, and may we revel in the Rescue Magic whenever it comes upon us.

And, Josh, Thank You.