‘RUSH HOUR’ PHOTO

On the front page of the Caboodle website, you’ll see a photo called “Rush Hour”. You’ll see many cats in the drive way. This is how it came to be: I was in the Receiving Center feeding a kitten, when I said, mostly to myself “we’re gonna go eat”. The magic words. Two cats jumped down off the counter to my surprise, (I heard the thud on the floor). With the kittens belly full, I walked out the door and once again said “let’s eat”, and an unbelievable chain reaction started all throughout Ginger Bread Lane (you’ll see the photos). Some following me while others on a collision course from the opposite direction. It was overwhelming. I still had to get the wet food out of the car, down the drive. When I took the photo, I really felt proud.

MEATBALL

Meatball is now a very big meatball. At night and in the early morning she is on the roof of my trailer. She seems to know when I wake up and comes to see me, jumping on my chest and then diving into the food bowl. She lays in the woods behind my place and I see her from time to time as I pass through Poison Ivy Path. She has a wonderful personality.

BUDDY

Here’s another cat that makes his home about a half mile back deep in the woods. Buddy. A stocky short haired black male, real rugged looking. He’ll come down to my place once in awhile crying his eyes out telling me all about his night life. Massive paws knead in the air as he lays on his side across my lap. After losing a few of my friends, I was getting a little concerned of his whereabouts after 2 weeks. That’s generally ‘the point of no return’. I’d been out back calling him a few times but now it was time to take a walk. 

I knew about where he hangs out, made my way down through rows of trees and calling him. There was no reply. I said “No Buddy, don’t do this to me”. He should be here, he should hear me. Relief. I can hear his cry. There he is! I dropped to my knees, and I gave him the biggest hug and held him with tears in my eyes. We headed back to camp. I admired his strong back legs propelling his body ahead of me. Then he left me on my own, picking up his own trail toward the kennels where he eats every day. Later that night he came to see me, once again stretching out on my lap. Buddy is Tom’s cousin, one of Scardey Cats babies, born Easter Sunday.