Author Archives: Jane Ganahl

Six weeks ago I stared into Pokey’s eyes when he once again refused food, and told him sternly, “This is not gonna happen. You will not die.” As if demanding this of a very sick cat, who was not only … Continue reading →

Regular readers of this blog will know that in recent years, the only cats I took in were the “unadoptables.” Street cats that were too shy, too badly injured, too sick, or too OLD to relocate once I had eased … Continue reading →

There have been many times since starting this rescue that I’ve wanted to throw in the towel and say I quit — my heart can’t take it anymore. Those times have never been about the awfulness or evil of cats. … Continue reading →

Nature – AKA the goddess of all felines – has been historically kind to me. She has mostly thrown one urgent matter at a time in my direction, so that I never felt like there was something I couldn’t handle. … Continue reading →

I’ve been grappling for almost a month with how to frame a recent enormous loss. I’m used to writing about heartbreak brought by the passing of a feline, but never thought I’d be writing about Maggie’s death. My rescue partner … Continue reading →

My very funny nephew has a very funny t-shirt that features an adorable kitten on the chest, with the caption: KITTEN DREAMS OF MURDER ALL DAY Where I always thought it was funny/weird, it never made much sense. Why, kittens … Continue reading →

Shannon is with me on my morning rounds. Opening the trunk to help me dish canned food into plastic bowls, she observes a new canister. “Why are there goldfish crackers in your trunk?” she asks. I tell her it’s for … Continue reading →

This morning I said goodbye to Pokey as I usually do, with a hug and a kiss on top of his head as he lay in repose on my armchair. He usually responds with a sleepy purr, but today his … Continue reading →

Of all the cats I feed in the morning, Eddie is the biggest crowd-pleaser. He trots out from his shelter behind the Post Office, crosses the parking lot – often dodging mail delivery vans – and dips under the fence … Continue reading →

Day two – life in a bathroom This is a lot better than where I was born just a few weeks ago – crouched in the dirt underneath a deck. I’m here because this human woman started putting food out … Continue reading →