The T.R.A.S.H. Family

A bloggy friend of mine, Lacey, started a new group that I just HAD to join! Another of my bloggy freinds, Becky, is part of this group too, so as you can see, it's a very 'happening' group. It's called T.R.A.S.H. and is for superheros!

If you don't know, T.R.A.S.H. stands for Totally Rad Animal Saving Hero. No, I don't have a cape (unless you count the invisible one hiding in the back of my closet), but capes just get in the way. After all, I'm no matador... although we do have one bull on the farm...

But I digress...

There have been many times where my husband has wondered if I have some kind of magnetic ability where animals are concerned, and he is still in awe at my telling him that he is about to drive over a frog on the highway, or to quickly look out the window in the ditch at the deer/wolf/fox that is watching us... and on the rarest of occasions, bear. Animals seem to love me... I have no idea why... perhaps the eau de T.R.A.S.H. is alluring to them. I could often be seen with a trail of cats following behind me as I walked down my parents driveway, our dogs beside me. Nothing like a string of 6 or so cats to make you wonder... especially with two dogs at the head!

I remember the time my sister found one of our kittens outside in the snow... cold and wet as the neighbors dog seemed to deem him worthy of snackage... but this dog, being playful and not one to actually hurt a kitten, didn't actually snack, just slobbered. Anyway, poor kitty had been left in the snow afterwards and was frozen. I mean it. My sister brought him to me and asked if he was dead, as she had heard him making noise, but now he was silent. The heart was beating. I remembered seeing on tv a guy bringing a baby animal back by rubbing it, so I grabbed a large towel and set to rubbing the poor thing. After awhile, he came to, and meowed piteously. We kept him in the house, I rubbed him for an hour or so until I could feel him shaking and his limbs didn't feel so... limp. He ended up just fine... lost a tow or two, and half his tail, and the tips of his ears, but he was a loveable kitty anyway... even gave me a hug for all my trouble later that year.

Then there was the lost kitten... my cat had a batch and one suddenly went missing. I searched the shed till I found him... somehow lodged himself in one of the shelves and his belly was squished so he couldn't move or meow, and the mommy was rather upset, pacing back and forth till I got him out. He had a scar across his tummy. We named him Lucky.

There have been numerous cats dropped off at our farm, most of them noticed during the night. One little guy was meowing so loud he woke me, so I grabbed my slippers and went outside to search for him. I thought one of our kittens was in trouble, but thankfully it was just this little guy that had been dropped off and was crying for attention, being in a strange place and obviously a house cat (his nails were trimmed). I brought him in for the night, and we went in search of his family from some of the neighbors. Someone fell in love with him and took him in. I was kind of disappointed as I wanted to keep him, but we have so many cats that might not have been too good.

We recently had another cat dropped off here, another housecat to be exact. She was such a sweetie, but unfortunetly was not able to survive on the farm. Caught one of the killer kitty diseases that cats tend to catch when they didn't grow up here. The vet didn't get to give her the shots in time. Poor thing. She was in a tree meowing at us when we came home one evening. Wanted in the house SO badly... but she shed like crazy and I had a new baby. She was a favorite on the farm for the few weeks she was here.

My hubby is a T.R.A.S.H. Man. Our one dog was found in one of our fields among the bales. He took him home (just a puppy... so sweet... blended in with the snow) and he's our White Fang. Then there was the time DH found a cat in the middle of a bale... with his head sticking out. How it survived the ride, I don't know. He dug him out and took him home. Kitty was dizzy for awhile!

I could go on, but really, who has time for that!

Anyway, I figure we must be a T.R.A.S.H. family. My little girl is too young to know much about animals, but being raised on a farm will probably bring forth a love for all things furry and cute! After all... who can resist a fuzzy little kitten?