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The Bird Lady

cape20white-eye20pewaAs the year closes in I want to write a little post, a story, that is also a slice of positivity and synchronicity amongst the gloom and news of another celebrity death.

This my story of the bird lady.

About three weeks ago I was still in bed, on my laptop, when Big Friendly came charging into the bedroom. “Jonesie has bird!” Jonesie, our in-and-out cat, who moved in from someone else’s house, is good at catching things and leaving their carcasses on the doorstep as gifts. Actually, considering how well fed he is (read fat) I am sure he steals the bodies from the less well nourished and more desperate street cats in our ‘hood. It is a pretty grim job for Big Friendly to clean up. We have thrown away at least four doormats. This time we both assumed Big Friendly would have to separate Jonesie from the body and throw it away, but then I heard, “It’s still alive!” Big Friendly closed me in the bedroom with all the dogs (2) and cats (3).

He managed to get the little thing into the courtyard and closed the door to stop any further animal investigation or murder. Now what? He kept going out to check and the little pigeon was alert and alive and he couldn’t see where, or if, it was hurt. I am not a bird person. Touching birds makes me feel really funny and uncomfortable, and injured birds really freak me out. I wouldn’t even go and look.

Now we were going to have to ask our neighbour to come and be brave enough to euthanise it, except he wasn’t around. We needed to go the vet anyway to get cat food (oh the irony) and at the vet we asked if we couldn’t bring the bird to be humanely (oh the irony) put down. And the receptionist said, “Here is the phone number of the bird lady. See if she can’t help.”

Brenton called the bird lady and went to drop off the bird to see if it was saveable. He took it, wrapped in a kikoi in the cat box (just to extend the irony a little further). He left it in a special bird-leaving-basket at the bird lady’s gate because she wasn’t home at the time, and followed up with her later. She said a bit of medicine and rest was all it needed. It would survive. The bird lady was a miraculous discovery.

A week or so later I started telling my close friend the story. He was shocked. Just a week before he had taken a baby Cape White Eye baby bird to the bird lady. He had pried the jaws of his cat open to release the teeny thing, and fed it (the wrong stuff that the internet had suggested) every hour, before finding out about the bird lady and taking it to her for saving. When he told the story to another mutual friend she too told her bird lady story; similar in cat assassin and rescue result.

Finally I discovered that another friend had contacted the bird lady for advice about finding a missing parakeet. Her advice was taken and Harvey was found, by my friend, with the help of the bird lady.

I am so grateful and moved that there is a bird lady. Just knowing she is out there, on a mission to help and save birds, makes my world a tiny bit better.

Chassie is Back

Photo on 2015-10-15 at 6.34 AM #2Thank you each and every one of you who messaged, shared, called, came to look in gutters, gave advice, support and comfort. Chase is back home, and lying at my feet, after a dramatic search and rescue. My life and heart can return to normal.

For those of you interested, here is the long and boring detail of what happened. I now know that it can happen to anyone, with any type of cat, even a fat, 8 year old, layabout, Big Lubowski personality. Brenton went to call Chassie in (on Tuesday evening), as he does every evening at about 7. I had left 10 minutes before to go to the Alexander Bar to watch the CityVarsity 3rd year final work. I got home at about 9pm to find a frantic Big Friendly on the stoep and no sign of Chassie. At first we thought that he might have climbed up into the engine or bumper of my car and driven with me to the theatre. Our worst and most paranoid fear. The one we visualised endlessly, the whole of Tuesday night and Wednesday morning.

All the obvious things were done. Vets, animal shelters and groups were called, emailed, and face booked. Posters were put up and flyers made. Big Friendly did the rounds, looking for a body. At 5pm yesterday we took our flyers and started going door to door in the neighbourhood, and our neighbours were sweet, and concerned and attentive. Some people felt sure they had seen him. Our last stretch of the search took us to the street behind and parallel to our one (we share an alley between us). People there told us there were lots of cats in the area. I saw a few in an alleyway and kssed to them. They perked up alertly. And then we heard meowing from across the road. It was clearly Chassie’s voice. It took a while to identify that he was hiding in a gap between two sections of a roof, and he was terrified, but, clearly, recognised our voices. I waited with him and spoke to him while Big Friendly walked home to fetch our long step ladder and the cat box (genius idea) and then there we were, hoisting our ladder onto a stranger’s house and coaxing Chassie into the cat box.

He was dirty, ravenous and terribly needy. I hope he has learned his lesson. We tried to read him the riot act but he just started purring, and hasn’t stopped since.

I have a lot to be grateful for, starting with his return. But then there are friends, family, animal lovers, neighbours, organisations and total strangers who helped. Thank you. Chassie is home (and may never be allowed out again).

Small Fury

You all know how hysterical I got when my animals died, one in a tragic accident and two from old age. I am an animal person. Big Friendly has managed to stave off my countless attempts at getting ‘this dog’ or ‘that cat’ until I was back from my travels and we could offer a more stable environment, where I could invest time and energy into making a new adoption part of our home. Both Big Friendly and I are befok when it comes to animals and will do anything for them.

I have real concerns. Chassie our crazy boy cat went from being one of four to only child, and I have to make sure that any dog that comes into this environment understands that he is our little king. I believe this reflects the seriousness with which I am approaching the whole thing.

So, after a home inspection, I was turned down this morning as being unsuitable by PETS to adopt a dog because my property is too small and my courtyard unsuitable. I am in a complete froth of rage. PETS, An organisation that rescues dogs from dire situations, places them in foster homes (up to 42 of them at one property) has decided I can’t adopt a dog and should go for an adult cat instead.  Now, it’s not like I don’t share their concerns for placing animals appropriately. I do. But surely, part of the job is reading the people. Surely. PETS, I don’t understand what you are doing. I really don’t.

I will change my plan of action. I am determined to offer a rescued dog or puppy a better life. It is a no brainer. I just think that sometimes those big, animal egos get in the way of seeing real good.

Dear PETS, I do not ever want to read about how this or that poor animal was homed and then returned to you. I do not want to hear your plea for homes if you have no idea which ones are good ones. I wasn’t heard by you. You didn’t see me. You told me more about how you think animals should live than seeing how loved, pampered and well treated any animal would be in our care. You really suck. And you totally hurt my feelings.

I just want to be clear. There are many organisations out there. I am completely happy to go through a home inspection. I am happy to pay a big adoption fee. I know I can’t have the biggest dog. I know I need a dog that’s ok with cats. I’m not pissing around.

Here is a picture of the offending courtyard although why this is relevant I have no idea. I would never dream of confining a dog in it ever.


When we were driving home after walking the dogs this morning Big Friendly and I spotted the most beautiful cat at the top of the road. We saw that it had a collar but it looked lost so Big Friendly dropped us off at home and charged up the road to investigate.

Twinkles used to be Tigger and has been passed on to new owners who have discovered that they are allergic. Big Friendly is convinced that Twinkles is in the process of being kicked out of home.

He is a big, beautiful, super friendly, attention seeker just looking for big love. He is magnificent and grey and white. I will try and get Big Friendly to take a picture of him to post, but obviously this is to start the process of finding Twinkles a new home. Anyone out there with the space in home and heart for this beautiful boy?

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