Karma crossed my path the other day

This is for Karma.

We decided to go for a drive during a break in the rain on Saturday. We went out Westside Road to Healdsburg passing Sweetwater Spirngs Road on the way. JD has never been down that road so we decided to take that road home on the return. We took lots of pics, mostly of grapevines in all their fall color glory, and some goats and horses.

We stopped on Sweetwater to take some photos of the old mercury mine that has been abandoned for a very long time. As we pulled up to the fence we saw an orange cat coming out from under a pile of wood. He was struggling to get to the road as we drove up to take photos of the mine and junk-cars rusting away on the property. He could barely walk from what appeared to be an injured back foot. He was 100% non-resistant to being touched, picked-up, wrapped in my raincoat and held while we drove the several miles to our home. He purred the whole way with his head tucked under JD's arm.

We got him home and set him up in the garage with a litter-pan, a box with a thick blanket, water and a can of food. This animal was so emaciated it felt like it would hurt him to touch him. His entire skeletal structure was visible beneath his filthy, matted fur. And he smelled horrible!!! I made this short video while JD contacted No Boundaries Animal Rescue for advice.

He ate, and ate, and ate. He drank 3 dishes of water. He purred the whole time.

We took him to the rescue home where Barbara determined his age, scanned him for a chip, gave him a dropper full of vitamins, de-wormer meds, cleaned his ears, pulled out ticks, injected him with antibiotics and subcutaneous fluids. And gave him a very much needed bath. A very warm, very soapy bath. The water ran pinkish brown from the filth and blood of a gazillion flea-bites. (He purred the whole time.

He is resting now. In between eating to his hearts content. He sleeps in two places, either the box with the heating pad and blanket or on JD's flannel shirt. We have discovered that he is deaf. He doesn't know when we go into the garage until he feels us or sees us. He would not have heard a car coming had he made it to the road. He can't hear the secret sounds of little creatures that he might have fed himself with if he had hunting skills at all.

He is very old. He is neutered. He is very social with us.  He trusts us without hesitation. He has been loved and cared for in his life. I feel like it's possible that his Human may have died or somehow became unable to care for him and he was taken to the old mine to fend for himself. Pretty sure he doesn't know how to do this considering his condition.

He need medical attention. He need to have his back foot examined, he needs medication and vaccinations. Above all he needs dental care. Very badly. He has difficulty eating due to infected teeth and gums. I have set-up a crowdfunding site to raise funds for his medical needs. The link is below. There is also a link to No Boundaries Animal rescue where donations can be made in his name, Karma.

He has found his new peeps. Me and JD. We will be loving this old man like crazy for the rest of his time here. He will always be fed, warm, safe, loved, and sheltered. He's gonna purr the rest of his days on earth.

Karma's Medical Fund
No Boundaries Animal Rescue

i do not really journal....

so......i'm blogging!

i've done this before as the mossygreenforestfairy on xanga a few years back. just snippets of my life both internal and external, sprinkled with pictures, jokes and quotes.

guess what?! this is the same. an illustrated snapshot of my day good/bad/indifferent and containing (hopefully) inspirational quotes and (more hopefully) funny jokes and stories.

example:

so, just for clarity sake: i do not journal. at least not consistently enough that i feel honest in saying that i am one who "journals". i have a friend who has boxes filled with volumes of her life recorded in her journals. i just am not that person.


as an aside: i have a lot of journals. i have several composition books from the grocery store, recycled paper journals covered in corrugated cardboard, expensive hardbound tablets of paper, big journals, little journals and a box of scarps of paper that I have torn out of old journals when i needed shelf-space but didn't want to loose any of that precious writing.

they all have been written in, probably for the first 12-15 pages. then nuthin'. except for the ones that i also glued in pics, mementos and my horoscopes from rob brezny.

it's almost as if the act of buying the journal is healing in and of itself.

okay....no. i just loose interest after a while. no idea why but it's true. the other thing that is true is that i really loved blogging. i got distracted by facebook for a few, um, years and now xanga is xanga 2.0 and we know what that means- it sucks.

so that's how i got here to blogger. yay!

let's see what happens from here!