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I stopped posting Cat Saturday numbers a while back, but for anyone wanting to keep track, we're at Cat Saturday #78! Woo hoo. That's a lot of cats. Can we ever get enough cats? I now I don't. Every day I experience something new and special with mine.

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Domino, my feral porch cat (above ) is my hero this week. He could be described as a smart, wily, enigmatic, survivor, a lover and a fighter, and since last Sunday, a hero. He defends his turf tooth and claw against other cats and yet last Sunday he allowed a disoriented young raccoon to drink from his water bowl. I called animal control fearing it might be rabid. An hour later, they came but the raccoon managed to crawl under the porch. "If he comes back, call I'll be on duty until 11," he said.

We set up a have-heart-trap, and then something miraculous happened. Domino guided the raccoon onto his comfy heated nest on the porch.  He must have known something unusual was afoot. Domino sat statue-like on a chair by the front step where he remained for the duration of one of the most agonizing evenings I can recall. From a window not two feet away, I could see the raccoon writhing in pain, clearly injured, unable to remain still. I called animal control again and did energy healing called Reiki through the window while I waited, tears streaming down my face. I can't bear seeing animals suffering. I prayed to every divine energy I know. I asked my angels to surround the raccoon in healing light.

After a few minutes he settled down and buried his head in the blanket. White hot energy flew from my hands, snot and tears soaked my face. It was no good. I knew he couldn't be saved. I changed my prayers for comfort and a speedy death. Two minutes later animal control and the police arrived with a bright flashlight. "It doesn't look good. Eye injury. This is probably the same raccoon someone reported seeing injured yesterday."

Domino who runs from all strangers stayed stoic as a temple guardian his chair. The raccoon kept his head hidden. He offered no resistance apart from his anguished squeals as the animal control guy attached a wire hook around the raccoon and carried him down the driveway. A few seconds later I heard a gun shot and ran to the window. It was just past eleven.

I couldn't see much in the dark. I could have gone outside but my legs rooted to the floor. I could see my husband, the police officer and animal control guy standing over the body in the pelting rain. They kept passing flashlight over the raccoon to make sure it was dead. I'm glad I didn't see the extent of the previous injuries on his belly. I gave thanks for godspeed to the end of his suffering and nodded my thanks to Domino who gave me a look of knowing.

It never amazes me how different every cat is.  Not every cat is a hero, but that's okay.

Coco went hunting for pine cones.


Merlin chased sunbeams.


Everyone hid their head under the covers when the tree guys came to chainsaw and chip their way through a deafening few days. Much of the fallen trees are neatly stacked in rows, with enough wood to build a house. There's more work to be done but the worst is over. I'd post some new photos but my camera met its match and has gone to the big digital graveyard in  the sky. Until a replacement arrives next, my itchy fingers will have to wait.

And everyone wondered what was the best food. Raw, wet  or dry?
LINK of the week http://catfoodreviews.com

Mewmew is our lovely Cat of the Month.

She lives in South Carolina with Marg a senior citizen who is mad about all kinds of animals. I love her charming and funny blog Marg's Animals
This is what Marg told me about Mewmew.
"Mewmew came to me three years ago in January. I had just finished my last chemo treatment and I was really down in the dumps simply because I didn't feel good at all. I said to myself, gosh if only I had a kitten in my life right now, it would really cheer me up. This is the absolute truth. The next morning, I went out to feed the horses and the other animals and this little scrawny kitten with long matted hair went flying by me. She was so tiny, she fit through the chain link fence. She did stop right outside the fence, and I talked to her in meow talk, and to make a long story short, she stayed. It took her about 3 months before I was allowed to touch her and to this day, I still can't really pick her up which makes it difficult to take her to the vet. She will sit with me outside for hours and will come in the house but just pass through from the front door to the back door.
So my guess that she is just about three years old now and quite the Queen here."

All cats should be so lucky!

Happy Easter!