Author Archives: Jane Ganahl

I’ve been mulling this post for more than three months. I wanted to write about the death of a cat that I loved dearly for eight years, but as I always follow the admonition of a literary agent I knew … Continue reading →

I haven’t posted in months, but summer and fall are not only my busiest times of year for work, they’re also prime time for rescue. I’ve lost track of how many requests for help I’ve gotten in recent months, but … Continue reading →

I’ve been in the thick of a challenging situation for the last several days that’s caused me to think extensively about the skill of observation. In ten years of doing this work, I’ve concluded that you either got it or … Continue reading →

I woke up this Sunday morning at 6 AM with a fluffy and sweet grey-and-white face looming above me. As as I opened my eyes and started to focus, the Maine Coon chirping began. wake. up. now. please. hungry. i.  It … Continue reading →

In my ten years of doing this work, I’ve learned there is  definitely an equation that tells you how upset you’ll be to adopt out a cat, based on length of time you’ve had said kitty and how difficult they were … Continue reading →

You rarely hear anyone dismiss the canine species by saying an individual is “just a dog.” And yet you hear it all the time about cats. Why bother feeding homeless kitties? Why keep their population down? Why not just exterminate … Continue reading →

This summer and fall I embarked on perhaps the second-biggest rescue/trapping project yet – the biggest having been the farm where we found 21 cats running amok a few years ago. This one was still sizable – 12 or 13 … Continue reading →

My sheltering-in-place bubble was burst in early May, with my granddaughter’s third birthday. I was so miserable with loneliness that we decided we would do what it took to resume visits and continue safety measures when out in the world. … Continue reading →

Since returning on March 8 from a brief trip to Oregon, I’ve been marooned on the Island of Misfit Toys – AKA the Island of Unadoptable Cats – trying to keep my sanity while missing family hugs desperately. And make … Continue reading →

After Ginger’s death, I started looking at my remaining four cats with renewed scrutiny, not wishing to be sneaked-up-on by another sudden meltdown. Three of four have physical challenges: colon blockages, restricted sinuses, inflammatory bowel disease… it’s all worrisome and … Continue reading →