Author Archives: Jane Ganahl

Sorry again for the long delayed installment of this blog. As often happens, I’m too busy walking the walk to talk the talk.  😉 First the good news: the darling kittens of the previous post found a home – a … Continue reading →

I’ve had all kinds of kittens over the years, some of whom were instantly fall-in-loveable, others who made me wonder if they would ever find a home. There were a few that should not have been alive after coming down … Continue reading →

My phone began to silently ring in the middle of an important meeting at a prestigious new venue in San Francisco, where my arts nonprofit was discussing holding an event. Glancing into my purse, I could see that it was … Continue reading →

I’ve blogged so little this year that I wouldn’t blame you if you don’t recall the story of Margaret, the sweet calico street cat with eyes like saucers who was attacked by a predator and almost lost her tail this … Continue reading →

Soon after my dad died, a year and change ago, I was watching PBS, mollifying my grief with a British program of some kind. After it concluded, Rick Steves appeared, touting the most romantic places in Europe. I never watch … Continue reading →

Greetings from cat rescue land! Happy 2018! One of my New Year’s resolutions is to blog more this year, so please hold me to it! I’m starting the year with a harrowing, if optimistic, tale for you. Perhaps a tale … Continue reading →

This summer I questioned my ability to do rescue work. So did a couple of friends who had noticed how upset – even tearful – I would get when talking about it. “I worry about the toll it is taking … Continue reading →

Apologies for the long delayed update, but it took a while before I could write about the last month with any perspective at all. I’m still haunted by an agent’s critique of a memoir proposal I wrote six months after my … Continue reading →

For four weeks Bandita was in my care, after a crippling accident left her back legs badly broken. After bringing her home from the vet, she flattened her ears, hissed, and knocked the long wooden spoon out of my hands … Continue reading →

I was finally able to capture the elusive, injured Dita two days ago thanks to the venerable drop trap. Too smart to go into the narrow confines of a traditional trap, she saw the food in the back of the … Continue reading →