Goat Fund Them

Moe the cat.

In this picture you’ll see where my cat Moe sometimes waits for me. I work in the basement of my home, so she often lies on the steps leading upstairs, staying there until I am done for the day.

The reason she is wearing a towel is because my daughter put it over her when they were upstairs, and Moe forgot to take it off. Well, I’m making excuses for her. She literally dragged that towel with her to the steps because she didn’t know how to get it off herself.

Cats are weird, aren’t they? Sometimes hilarious. As are dogs and parrots and pot bellied pigs, and, well, pretty much any animal. That’s why we can’t get enough of the YouTube videos chronicling their antics. They are delightfully entertaining, especially lately. For those of us who have pets, thank goodness they’ve been around to help us through. Dogs have been equally as happy to have us home, though I’m not so sure about all cats.

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At different times in my life, I’ve had a dog, three budgies and four cats. I’ve laughed at their antics, and scolded their bad behaviour, and I’ve cried like a baby when they’ve died. I can’t imagine having lived without them all.

There has been a greater demand for pet adoptions in the last couple of months on the island, for obvious reasons. Animals make us happy and we need that right about now. Every time I watch Pet CHEK on CHEK News on Sunday evenings, where they feature different pets every week up for adoption from the Victoria Humane Society, I want all of them. Every one.

A couple of days ago, I got an email update from another animal organization through their Goat Fund Me (not a typo) campaign. The Beacon Hill Children’s Farm has been in existence for 35 years. They opened their barn doors just a couple of years before my children were born, and we visited them often, especially in the spring. My girls even volunteered there when they were in their teens.

It wasn’t until someone posted something in my Facebook news feed recently that it occurred to me that the kids might be suffering too. Goats, I mean.

This year, the farm had only been open less than a week when it was decided that it should close its doors because of the virus. When the story first came to light a couple of months ago, the hope was that sometime soon it would be able to open again. But now they have made the difficult decision to stay closed for the foreseeable future.

The only problem is that they still have a lot of costs: feed for over 100 animals, veterinarian bills, hay and sawdust, even insurance and phone bills (the roosters’ early morning long distance calls really add up).

Peanut Butter, the miniature horse, turns 29 this month. She needs some dental work done and has some health issues, but she’s looking forward to her cake. There are pigs, rabbits, ducks, geese, and alpacas too, all needing food, bedding and attention.

You pay by donation to visit, but that won’t be happening for some time yet. So that’s where we can jump in and goat fund them to help them get through the next few months.

Some day we’ll all be able to hang out at the Beacon Hill Children’s Farm again, and watch the kids in boundless joy jumping up and down on the rocks with reckless abandon.

Goats, I mean.

Hello Moe

I just finished chasing her around the house for the umpteenth time today…she had a stinky butt and I was trying to clean it before she wiped herself on the floor yet again.  For the most part, she is pretty well trained and clean, though, and this was a more unusual incident.  She is the cutest thing, and an absolute terror.  In fact, right now she’s ripping up my legs trying to jump up on the chair where I’m sitting.

I’m talking about our new addition to the family, Moe.  She was supposed to be a “he”, an unusual thing for a calico cat.  Turned out she wasn’t all that unusual.  She and her three siblings were left in a cardboard box by a bus stop somewhere in Vancouver back in April.  A fellow saw the box was moving and opened it up to find them, barely four or five weeks old, squirming around each other.  He knew of someone who adopted cats here in Victoria and called her up.  Monica, who already has a menagerie of animals…cats, dogs, tarantulas (yes, tarantulas) and even more…was ready and willing to take them in and find them new homes through a cat rescue organization that she belongs to. My daughter Dana had been telling her friends that we were looking for a new cat, and one of them had heard about Monica and the box of kittens, so Dana got in touch with her.  And that is how it all began.

Since we lost our good ol’ cat Picard last year, I knew I’d eventually get another one.  I wanted a kitten as opposed to a grown cat for all of the obvious reasons;  they’re cute, they’re funny and they’re cute.  Did I say they’re cute?  But I have to admit, I had forgotten how crazy they can be!  Moe does all the cute kitten things, but when she is wide awake, she’s like a whirling fuzz ball on crack.  We call her “psycatic”.  I know Picard was like that once, but by the time he passed away he was as mellow as mellow can be.

We’ve had her for over a month now and she has grown tremendously, although I don’t think she will be a large cat.  She has the run of the house and has pretty much adapted herself to us, although we’re still getting used to all of that energy from her.  She has a little bit of a heart murmur, but the vet says she’ll probably grow out of it, and so far it has not affected her energy level in the least.  I picked her name off a list that my other daughter Gracie wrote out.  She (or he, as I thought she was then) looked like a Moe.  And though we discovered Moe was a female, we thought the name still worked.

Woooosshhhh…there she goes again, racing past me into the diningroom.  The bell on the new collar I put on her is ringing all over the house and I fear for my diningroom tablecloth.  I just had to put my good luck Chinese bamboo higher up on another table so she can’t rip any more leaves off.   I don’t think the throw on the couch will ever be the same, and my arms and legs are covered with pink scratches.

But I love her already.  Welcome home, Moe…