Author Archives: Jane Ganahl

When Ginger first showed up in the field behind the Post Office, a scrawny and beat-up geriatric tortoiseshell, I could tell she was sick. I was still in the throes of seeing Big Mike through his grueling skin grafting surgeries, … Continue reading →

About a week after my last post, as I was leaving for a work week in New York, Caitlin started to become afraid of Prince Harry. He was so miserable that he would hiss, spit and swat at her even … Continue reading →

One has turned the corner, another has put it in reverse, a third has left us. The challenges of the young year that is 2016 continue. The extremely happy news: Robbie, my farm sanctuary reject, has found a wonderful new … Continue reading →

Just a week after my last post, the blessed/wonderful situation with Robbie went to hell in a hand basket. His new parents, wise in the ways of socializing ferals, kept him in his dog crate for a few days, until … Continue reading →

Two weeks ago I blogged that Robbie, newly trapped, was in “critical” mode. He was growling, angry, resistant to my affectionate, food-in-spoon advances. Then I had what turned out to be a brilliant idea: I would take some drops of … Continue reading →

Until just last year, December and January were slow in Litquake land. Now there is almost no time for our “long winter’s nap” in festival land: we are off and running at a brisk pace. And in cat-land, business is … Continue reading →

I could not have picked a better way to end the year than with the speedy and excited adoption of Lewiston. On Christmas Eve, no less! The day I trapped Lewiston, I learned of the death of Rufus, a kitty … Continue reading →

    I was finally able to trap Lewiston, the beautiful Maine Coon mix who had been timidly eating behind the Post Office the last couple of months. Within just two days he progressed from body language that seemed to say … Continue reading →

It’s been a while since I blogged – partly because my re-entry to home life was rough (two cats very ill; one requiring hospitalization) and partly because I worried that if I spoke my mind I would hurt some feelings. … Continue reading →

It’s been a week since Claude breathed his last breath in my arms, as we lay quietly on the carpet upstairs, music playing, flowers overhead, candles burning in hopes of sending his spirit quickly skyward, as Dr. Sue sent the … Continue reading →