Sassy Auntie’s Rescue House

The last two days:

1) Squirrel. I was driving slowly out of my ally and I noticed a lethargic squirrel in the middle of the dirt road. I said, “move, lil’ guy” and then I noticed flies around him and he took exhausted painful limping steps to the base of a cottonwood tree next to the ally. I went on to work with a heavy heart and called the local wild/undomestic urban animal rescue place and went through all four volunteer numbers with no answer. I decided I would try and find him when I got home and couldn’t. Still can’t find him. I failed him.

2) Bird #1. Got trapped inside the roof. Used a hammer’s butt to pry open a spot in the paneling and watched it fly out a few minutes later. They nest in a part of the roof, and rarely venture but sometimes that one and I have to agree to take money out of my deposit. Starlings are terrible.

3) Bird #2. Trapped inside the other side of the roof at 4am this morning. Next to my bedroom. All his fellow birds tried to rescue him at 5am this morning. My cats tried to eat the birds from inside the bedroom window. I pryed open another spot before leaving work, and thought he would escape. Came home from work and his chirps were subdued. It was 100 degrees. Mountain climbed the house, pryed the paneling all the way off and shoved my head up in there with the spiders to find an older baby bird. Wouldn’t let me get him. Put soggy cat food and water in there. Watched a fellow bird tentatively go in there. Probably just eating his stuff but maybe showing him how? I don’t know what will happen there. I’ll check tomorrow.

4) Kitten. Walking Charlie in the park next to a vacant field and Charlie kindly found him. Kitten was exhausted and scared and not wanting to move anymore. He was shaking and could barely keep his eyes open. I sat back waited and watched and hoped for a mama or others but knew he had gotten to the point where he just stopped. For a long time. He hissed and spit with all his remaining energy when I neared him, so he’s probably feral. I almost wrap him in my own socks to carry him home but a friend comes and helps with a towel and a car ride. He is in a cat carrier in my bathroom. He ate. He sleeps. He’s skin & bones and still hisses when I near. I feel real sorry for him. About 7 weeks old and absolutely cute. I’ll call the “no-kill” cat place tomorrow. I know they just swap out placeable cats with the pound but would never admit it, so I will ask what they do with feral kittens and see how well they lie. I’ll also go back in the evening to see if I can find any others.

5) Gus’s Brother (GeeBee) still has balls. He is very sweet. He has a watch on now and comes at the correct times for feeding. Considerate. Pathetic. Balls. I must fight him and take him for ball removal and shots. I need an assistant.

6) Raccoon. Comes every night to scavenge for food. Gus leaves him be. Good thing, because she’s fraking frightening. She looks right at you. And she’s very big. One time I walked out to see her sitting next to GeeBee. Like having a meeting with him or something. And I was all, Blink Blink. And they were all, What.