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Caboodle Fundraiser and Facts


Many of you have followed or supported Caboodle Ranch in Lee, Florida which Craig Grant founded in 2003. And many of you are aware of the tragedy that befell the ranch with the deplorable and contrived raid of the ASPCA and PETA, which literally destroyed the kitties' sanctuary.

Caboodle Ranch was established in 2003, by Craig Grant as a “Happy Accident.” You can read about that happy accident here: http://www.caboodleranch.org/About_Us.html

And, you can catch up with the ranch “goings on” at the official Caboodle Blog Called: A Day at The Ranch here: http://caboodleranch.livejournal.com/

If you are new to Caboodle, start here: http://caboodleranch.livejournal.com/?skip=20. Working your way backward and then forward to the present day will give you further insight into Craig the “cat man.”

There are several works “on hold” to rebuild what Caboodle stood for and make it a safe place for kitties to live again, whether in its current location or elsewhere...but, a number of kitties that ran off scared during the illegal raid of the ASPCA and PETA and local law enforcement...are back! These organizations worked very hard to present Caboodle in the worst possible light, and make themselves out to be “heroes” who “saved” hundreds of abused and neglected cats. But those who volunteered at the ranch, who know Craig and his love of these little “fur friends” know otherwise. When you have unlimited funds as an organization such as PETA and or the ASPCA, you can pay for whatever image you wish to project!

There are currently several cats who are residing at Caboodle. Craig cared for his kitties needs (veterinarians, food, etc.) from his own“out of pocket” for many many years.

Since the despicable raid, almost every bit of money that Caboodle had saved from donations and outside support, and the efforts on Craig’s and the volunteers, has been usurped by legal defenses forced as a direct result of the raid, and medical expenses incurred when Craig was diagnosed with PTSD due to the horrible experience and the loss of his beautiful cat friends that were confiscated by the ASPCA and PETA.

The facts are these:

Craig has little to no money left.

He is out of resources.

He has many cats to feed and care for today.

He is the best one to do that! (He has been tried and tested).

He needs financial assistance to feed these kitties because he never says NO to a little fur baby in need!

Please read Garfield’s story below and search your heart. What can you do to help him? Remember, Craig has many cats counting on him each day…

GARFIELD'S NEW LIFE: (Written by Craig Grant about one of his precious kitties)

One day my happy life with my family came to an end. I was put into a little cage which is a transporter taxi. I was scared; I pushed at the door and couldn't open it. I felt a sudden rumble and a jolt, as the car I was in took me from my home of three years.

It wasn't long before we bumped along a dirt road, all I could see were tree tops from the rear seat, then a sudden stop. Where am I? I hear dogs barking, that’s my biggest fear. My owners carried my taxi into a big building--I saw my people leaving. “Come back!” I said but they didn't hear me. I heard the car drive away. The dogs barking became louder.

A doctor put me on a table. I was held down, poked and probed with needles stuck into me, then something stuck in my neck; it was a chip I heard. Then I was carried into a big room. I saw many others like me in the little cages. They looked sad. I was grabbed by the back of my neck and put into one of the little cages. What is going on, I wondered.

There is still hope that my owners will be back, surely they will miss me.I felt like crying, doesn't anyone care? Soon the lights went out,dogs stopped barking, it became very quiet except for another orange cat in the cage beneath mine. She would later become my friend; her name is Bashful, it was her first day here too.

My cage is small. I can stand, walk in circles and lay down, being careful not to spill the water bowl. I can potty in the little box next to my nose. Where am I?! I just covered my eyes and tried to sleep. Soon the lights came on. Oh boy! Where's my little transporter taxi? I'm going home, I knew it! I knew it! More faces came and went,some looked at me but I didn't recognize any. The Dogs barked and the noise scares me. Food was put in front of me. I can't eat--I don't feel hungry. The doctor came in, checked my heart and hung a chart in front of the cage. I don't know what it says. It was a long day,lights went out again. I feel alone now and don't know what's going to happen to me.

Many days like these would follow. People came in and other cats put their paws through the bars, reaching out “take me! Take me!” I tried that; no one even looked my way. There were very pretty cats in some of the cages, doesn't anyone like orange? Bashful still cried. I can't tell her everything will be okay. I guess I will never get to go home. I saw people opening other cages, saying “how cute!”—but,what about me? I'm cute too.

I started marking off the days on the wall behind my cage. I started to sneeze and sometimes it had a little blood in it. Is that why I'm here? Soon Christmas decorations were hung on the walls, a small Christmas tree stood on a table nearby. I wonder if I will get a present. I used to climb the Christmas tree at home, it was much bigger and prettier. I would sometimes break some ornaments or they would fall to the floor. My owner would get mad. I wonder if they miss me? Will they come and see me? Poor Bashful still cries--it is a sad time for all of us.

Many more days of just sitting or standing passed, my legs don't feel right, I just want to give up. I saw cards with hearts hanging on the walls, none were for me. I don't feel loved. I'm just a number now.

One day, months later, some old guy with a cowboy hat came in, he was missing a few teeth. What the heck, I'll wave my paws at him, I see Bashful’s paw extending upward into my view. He looked at my chart,he seemed mad, but not at me. I laid back down. I just wanted to die.

A few minutes passed when all a sudden my cage door rattled and opened,I was put into the transporter taxi. Am I leaving here?! I looked back at the wall--over 150 marks were on it--and more I couldn't count. I saw the old man filling out paper work. He said “put them in my car”. I'm so thrilled, I want to cry out. I felt so bad for the others who waved their paws. I was picked. I hated to leave all the friends I had made, especially Bashful, I will miss her the most.

Soon the car rumbles to a start, a jolt, and we are on our way. Here's the bumpy dirt road again, I'm not scared now. Dogs barked and soon the sound faded. Where am I going now? I didn't seem to care. It's a long ride and I'm hot. We stopped for water along the way and that is when I caught a glimpse of Bashful! She was so scared, her eyes huge, I told her we'll be okay now, I was sure of it. We rumbled again, I went to sleep.

Soon I heard a clinking of chains on a gate being opened. I tried to keep my balance as me and my sidekick, Bashful, made our way past other cats down a trail. They all seemed so happy! My nose kept twitching,so many smells, um, the fresh air feels so good! I saw the sunshine for the first time in months.

We went into a building with no cages. One cat was on the steps. The old man said “Hi Ginger!” We were let out of the transport taxis. Iran under a table and Bashful ran up the stairs, the old man went outside. The old man came back in and opened up canned food I had never tasted before, I ate and ate! He picked me up and hugged me;and he said “no more cages for you”. Who IS this guy!

I later made a friend with Ginger, she told me the old man’s name was Craig. She said “he will take care of you and will love you very much”. I got to finally meet up with Bashful. We both looked out the upstairs windows together and couldn't wait to get outside! I saw trees swaying in the wind, I saw rain, it was the bright sunshine I loved the most. I hadn't seen the sun in so many months!

One day, Craig put me in his arms and carried me outdoors. I smelled beautiful flowers, it was springtime. I remember them from home. My nose wouldn't stop twitching. I let out a big sneeze. Craig wasn't bothered by it, he said “soon you will be out enjoying lifelike never before, and you can sneeze where ever you want.” I began to think that this is why I wasn't wanted.

Oh, I can't wait Craig! Please let me go out now! He said in a few more weeks...And within a few weeks I was outdoors! I chased butterflies, I climbed many Christmas trees, and I ran so fast! I saw birds and squirrels. I went up to other cats, some were so beautiful,but it didn't seem to matter to Craig what we looked like, we were all a happy family.

The old man called me by my name, Garfield. I ran to him, I jumped into his arms. He gave me this beautiful new home, I love him, I'm sure he will never get rid of me. He's not just an old man, but a wonderful man, I'm happier than I have ever been.

There are many stories like Garfield’s left to be told. And they will be.

Until then, would you please donate what you can just to help keep these Kitties that are currently at Caboodle fed? It really is urgent.





30 people give 1.00 it would amount to $30.00 and is a start.

30 people give 10.00 it would amount to $300.

300 people give 10.00 it would amount to $3000.

A one-time gift (-OR-) as a per month pledge, would be an absolute Godsend!

(What luxury do you treat yourself to that you would be willing to “turnaround” for the kitties?)

We stand on the sidelines so often, wanting to help do something but never think we can. This is one way you can help many kitties all at the same time. We love them--They love us back. It’s so simple. And Craig loves them most of all. He is a man who cares about them deeply. He doesn’t drive around in a fancy truck or own a luxurious home or buy himself expensive baubles! He often sleeps in his recliner in the barn just to be close to the kitties! He’s a good man, with a good, kind heart. You’d be hard-pressed to find anyone better. And he will care for any lost, hurt, abused, unwanted, neglected, left-to-fend-on-their own, and despised-by-the-world ... any cat, that comes to the ranch!

He is without any income at this time and needs help just trying to feed the kitties that are currently there. Anything at all that you can do will be much appreciated! He is trying to keep his head above water, make necessary payments and pay past vet bills. His Charitable status is fully restored now, and your donations are completely tax deductable.

For those who would like to donate in other ways, if you live near a Wal Mart Dept. Store, you can purchase gift cards in any amount and send them to:
Craig Grant
711 SE Benchmark Drive
Lee, FL 32059
These can be used for food and medicines for the kitties.

PLEASE copy and paste this on your blogs/web sites/community pages! Forward to every friend and relative in your email address book. Print it out and take it to every local Humane office. Publish it in your local newspapers. Make the Caboodle Ranch situation known to your local as well as national tv and public radio stations. Every conceivable way in your communities to get the word out! This is a non-profit organization.

Thank you so much!

Feel free to write here: linstuff@gmail.com concerning this fund raising letter, with questions or other ways you would like to help. I am strictly a volunteer helping to get the word out at this point and most questions you have concerning Caboodle Ranch, the events of the last couple of years, Caboodle Ranch status, and or Craig, should be directed to Craig either via the face book private messaging service or by sending a letter to him at the address listed above, as I am not in a position to answer these types of inquiries,thank you.

Caboodle is still looking for an attorney who will take their civil suit on contingency for a 4-million dollar law suit against the county of Lee, Florida for the raid they conducted on the ranch. If you are that attorney, or know an attorney who would be willing, please contact us immediately!

This must NEVER ever happen in the USA again!
Again, thank you so much for your continued support.

If you support this charity and what it's trying to do for cats in need, please share and also re-post this on your Timeline Notes, just as I have done here. Thanks