This little fellow was abandoned! The people caring for him temporarily leave soon and cannot take him along… he is fine in the house, ok with other animals, loving smart and playful and so far, doesn’t bark!
Can you offer him the home he needs or help him find it?
Αυτό το τυπάκι εγκαταλείφθηκε! Οι άνθρωποι που το φροντίζουν προσωρινάφεύγουν σύντομα και δεν μπορούν να τον πάρουν μαζί τους… είναι μια χαρά μέσα στο σπίτι και με άλλα ζώα, αγαπησιάρης, παιχνιδιάρης και έξυπνος και μέχρι τώρα, δεν γαβγίζει!
Μπορείς να του δώσεις την οικογένεια που χρειάζεται ή να βοηθήσεις να την βρει;
Following a report from a concerned Greek lady, we searched the beach of Fodele asking about a horse which had allegedly been left in the sun without any care. Not having found the horse, or anyone who knew about it, we started to walk back to the car… it was then that we saw two children playing and decided as a last attempt to ask them too. We were in luck… and so was the horse! The children not only knew about the horse but they had also been caring for it by taking buckets of water and food to it! Apparently, its owners came and took it but we left our contact details in case it should turn up again!
Μετά από έκκληση μίας κυρίας, ελέγξαμε την παραλία στο Φόδελε όπου υπήρχε άλογο στον ήλιο, χωρίς νερό ή φροντίδα. Αφού δεν βρήκαμε άλογο, αλλά και ούτε κάποιον που να ξέρει για το περιστατικό, ξεκινήσαμε την επιστροφή προς το αυτοκίνητο… και τότε, είδαμε δύο παιδάκια να παίζουν οπότε κάναμε μία τελευταία προσπάθεια. Ήμασταν τυχεροί… και το άλογο επίσης! Τα παιδιά όχι μόνο ήξεραν να μας πουν για το άλογο αλλά και το είχαν φροντίσει πηγαίνοντας του κουβάδες με νερό και φαγητό! Είπαν ότι τελικά το πήραν οι ιδιοκτήτες του αλλά εμείς αφήσαμε τα στοιχεία επικοινωνίας μας σε περίπτωση που χρειαστούν ξανά.
One morning a few weeks later, I saw Little Kitten in a tree in the distance, called to her and saw her jump down. And then…no Little Kitten. We called and called, searched the property and still could not find her, so we headed back home. Just then we saw something we will never forget: the tiny grey tabby racing across a neighboring field with a gang of five – count ‘em, five – large and eager toms in very hot pursuit. Followed by her entourage, Little Kitten made a bee-line towards us and when she came near me I scooped her up. As I fed her and swatted at the very persistent males to keep them at bay, my husband walked all the way home, put the crate in the car and drove all the way back to the hotel. I practically tossed Little Kitten in the crate in the back seat and off we went to the vet.
Today, now-fixed Little Kitten rules the all-male colony at the hotel. She is very lucky to have lush hunting grounds, hardly any car traffic and a hotel that cares. And the owner of the hotel has a great mouser living on his property. It sounds trite, but this is another TNR “win-win:”: a cat who has a potentially healthy and safe future and fewer future, suffering cats for the neighborhood.
And now for that female calico kit further down the street….
We decided to feed our Queen, “Maman,” and her brood. Having had Monster neutered (a requirement when we adopted him from our local shelter years earlier) we were aware of the importance of spaying and neutering. But as time went by we were shocked to see the painful results caused by widespread neglect and ignorance of this very simple procedure. I hopped on the internet and did a lot of research, which I found educational but not very heartening. We realized that feeding was not enough, and on its own would possibly be detrimental to our cats. So we decided to take a leap and try TNR.
Without any training or experience, we had a few TNR successes during our first year, including a female cat that wasn’t (female, that is!) and the wildest cat of them all, Maman, not long after she had gotten pregnant again. We also rescued a tiny, dying puppy from the side of a road near our house and after way too many dead ends contacted a local group that ultimately found him to a forever home in Germany.
And we had some heart-breakers: two of “our” cats were killed by hunting dogs, two died from distemper and another two disappeared over last winter when were back inToronto.
Returning home to Crete earlier this spring, we decided to keep our TNR activities going, and Little Kitten became our first “candidate” of the season. We slowly gained her trust and she started to come when called. As the days went by, we got to know some of the workers at the hotel and learned that one of the cleaning ladies tries to keep the cats fed. The hotel’s owner gave us free rein to do whatever we wanted with the cats on the property.
I thought I saw a ghost.
My husband, Philippe, and I were walking outside the grounds of a hotel near our house. And I saw our beloved cat of 18 years, Monster, who had passed away almost two years ago. There he was, a slim grey tabby with tan fur around his face walking straight towards us. Only, he was a kit again, and we were not at home inToronto, but at our home inCrete.
Obviously, it wasn’t Monster, but just for a second….
Regardless, we stopped. The kit strolled right up to us and let loose a larger-than-life meow. From that point, the female kit we now call “Little Kitten” was a regular on our daily stray animal feeding rounds in our little corner of Akrotiri.
Some background: When my husband and I first came to Crete fromNorth Americajust over two years ago we had no knowledge of the animal welfare situation and were not prepared for what we found. Our very first night in our new part-time home we discovered that we had a colony of feral cats on our property, consisting of a Queen, her litter of five kittens and various other hangers-on. We also saw and worried about the skeletal dogs in the fields around our house. I cried every time we passed – way too frequently – a lifeless body on the side of a road; I still do.