Miles To Go

There are approximately 1 million beds in this house but the box has become the new prize possession they fight over

Miles to Go has withdrawn from Carolina Kitten Con, my apologies to all of our supporters who were planning on seeing us there.

First things first. Thank you to the incredible amount of people who have reached out the last 24 hours to us. Despite it being a miserable week, I am always so deeply humbled at the amount of love and support in the community to us.

With that said, I apologize deeply to everyone who had planned on coming to Carolina Kitten Con this weekend to see us, as of this morning, we have completely withdrawn from the conference. We are devastated to have to make this decision, and beyond disappointed that we wont be able to share our message with others, but its what’s best for the bebes, and what’s best for me. We wish the con all the success and hope they have a wonderful weekend.

I will likely be taking a wee step back from online for a few days, as I have to do a short treatment at the hospital to get me back to the up and up. What I thought was just fatigue from overnight feedings turned out to be a bit more serious that I need some transfusions, so trying to get my ducks in a row.

I am working on a way to live or record our presentations as many folks have asked, and will hopefully have that information shortly

I will add an edit to this post because I do not believe in a “dirty delete.” it was unfair of me to assume the why of why our presentation was canceled however, it should be noted that this is an influencer event, so it should not be a surprise that influencers are understandably the main draw. With that said we are still out of precious hours. It could’ve been spent investing in our rescue by writing these presentations.
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Fb friends, I hate to call on you again, but I need help. If you could contact the Carolina kitty con on Facebook or Instagram and comment on one of their posts and ask why my mental health presentation was canceled they would mean the world to me.

Upset, heartbroken today, But yet there’s more.

The Carolina Kitten Con has cancelled my mental health presentation on Sunday because of their p**s poor planning.  As of this morning there was still no calendar of events for the weekend.

They contacted me today with a tentative schedule only an hour later to tell me that they were going to cancel my second talk because they didnt make room for it.. what do you mean you didn’t make room for it when you asked me to do this?!

I have spent hours of my life preparing this presentation, and it is absolutely insulting that they’ve asked a licensed professional to take hours of their life FOR FREE to organize and develop this presentation only to have me finish it and have it perfectly polished and cancel it with two days notice.

To be quite clear, they’re doing this because I’m just a nobody and I’m not a big influencer with 1 million followers… I’m getting passed over because I’m just a nobody, and clearly the first thing that they want to cancel his mental health, despite our industry having a 33% turnover rates.

I can’t tag them here, but here are their Instagram and Facebook handles.

Please let them know that mental health matters. Please let them know that the burnout in this industry is real and worth talking about.

Wheezie is tired of his foster mothers 💩, and being poked and prodded for temps and blood sugar, so he decided to eat his Bebe crack himself, and ask for seconds

Godspeed Mini, may the next life be kinder than this one to you.

Maybe the bright side is my heart been crushed these past two weeks into so many pieces that maybe there’s nothing left to break anymore?

I haven’t talked a lot about our dwarf cats because honestly, I wasn’t sure they were going to make it in the first place. Theyre now almost 7 weeks old, and I was getting cautiously optimistic that they may survive into adulthood. Me being me, I get worried when a rescue gets unusual or disabled animals as there’s no shortage of people that are waiting to exploit them or post them online for money making freak shows for views, and I’ve always been highly selective to who these cats go out to

They went to the vet again last week as we still weren’t gaining like I wanted them to. In the four weeks that I’ve had them Mini has only gained 3 ounces, despite having a clean bill of health and presenting as normal at vet. Wheat is finally starting to get a little bit bigger, and at least finally gaining some muscle. Our plan was just to continue to try and carry on until we can’t

Mini was a little bit slower to get up this morning for breakfast but still hopped up and ate normally. At lunch, it became clear that we could no longer use our body properly. We couldn’t upright ourselves or pull ourselves out out of our cat bed. We could barely scoot around and did reverse circles.

I dropped everything I was doing and went into triage mode, finding no obvious culprit.
I’m pretty sure I sat on the floor for a half hour arguing with a god who doesn’t listen, as I immediately knew in my heart what the outcome was going to be.  I knew there was nothing we could do but thought our medical team might have a Hail Mary and everyone told me exactly what I knew that this was a genetic nightmare to begin with, and that it was only a matter until something went wrong that was going to cut his life short.

Rule number one that I’ve always had in doing this is that I will never let an animal suffer. Usually that translates that I get to cry myself to sleep and take on that suffering, but that’s the price we pay to love animals.

I’m sure the Internet will tear us alive once we post this to the public. They’ll ask us why we didn’t run to the emergency vet and throw thousands of dollars at diagnostics, when even our vets didn’t know really what to ask for other than basic imaging, which was all going to show us the same thing that her eyes did that this dwarf cat was not going to be compatible with life. Between the inbreeding and rampant diseases that runs through Feral colonies so many of these cats don’t even have a chance by the time their feet hit the ground.

Minnie had their favorite snacks, and got all the snuggles, and got told what a good kitty they’ve been, between my snotty, angry, cursing at the world that lets this repeatedly happen to animals, and still doesn’t give a damn enough to spay and neuter. 

I’m tired, and it’s showing. And I wish I didn’t have to continue to bring bad news to the Internet, but this is real animal rescue this is what happens when a society doesn’t give a damn about animals that it leaves behind.

Keep Wheezie peasy in your thoughts today, we’re having a hard day. We haven’t been feeling well all week and I’ve had a crazy fever that we finally got to break, but we definitely do not feel well today we’re throwing all the things at it and there’s nothing much more we can do besides sit and hope and wait. Gonna need you to rally here buddy

Today, vs intake day June 3rd.

I can’t tell you how many times I peeked into the oxygen chamber and wondered if he finally gave up and stopped breathing.

And wondered how we still were alive after days of force feeding, meds and fluids to just try to keep his blood sugar high enough to survive.

We’re still very feral, but we don’t hate me the way his siblings do. In my heart, I know by the way he looks at me there’s some recognition of the human wasn’t trying to hurt me.