🌼 Fleur – The Sweetest One-Eyed Mama 🌼 “Fleur” means flower in French—and just like a flower, this girl has bloomed beautifully despite the odds. She came into rescue with kittens after being left behind by her previous owner and being fed but the neighbor. Fleur was underweight and sick, with what we thought was an infected eye—turns out, she doesn’t have one! Despite her challenges, her spirit remains gentle, loving, and full of grace. Fleur has been an incredible mama to her kittens, never once letting her own discomfort stop her from caring for them. She’s now thriving in foster care, gaining weight, and finally getting to enjoy the life she’s always deserved. Fleur is a soft-spoken sweetheart who communicates through gentle trills and chirps. She adores chin and ear scratches, loves to explore her surroundings, and has the kind of curious, easygoing personality that wins hearts fast. She is approx 2 years old. She’s been wonderful with dogs, tolerates baths, enjoys being brushed, and even goes to work with her foster mom each day—quietly hanging out in her carrier like the polite passenger she is. She’s had brief introductions with other cats and showed interest, though they haven’t quite returned the favor (yet). Fleur is mellow, adaptable, and truly a joy to have around. Fleur isn’t quite ready for adoption just yet, as she’s still caring for two of her kittens. Once they’re weaned, she’ll be spayed and her eye socket will be cleaned up and sutured closed to ensure her continued health and comfort. We’re now accepting applications for Fleur! If you’re looking for a calm, sweet, and endlessly loving companion, Fleur may be your perfect match. (fb)

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐞: 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐃𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐒𝐞𝐞 Rescue isn’t just cuddling kittens and posting cute adoption photos. It’s heartbreak. It’s exhaustion. It’s giving everything you’ve got to fix a problem you didn’t create—only to be yelled at, cursed at, and disrespected by the very people you're trying to help. This week, someone I’ve been helping to get cats fixed on her property (19 cats and counting) due to many neighbor complaints, told me that I had no right to suggest that her feeding without sterilizing, and giving away unfixed cats contributes to the growing feral population (it absolutely does), and that she’s done with me because I questioned her needing formula and bottles for a litter of kittens she just found under her house, when she had both for the last litter of kittens. She said if she couldn’t get formula, she would just “give” the kittens to me but I refused to impromptu take a litter of neonatal bottle baby kittens she just found under her house, at 8oclock on a Friday night, making it my emergency. I told her I would leave formula out front for her to pick up, and gave her tips on how to use the kittens as bait to trap mom. (They refuse to let me on their property to trap, so I’m at their mercy of loaning them traps and guiding them through the process, which they never have time for, which is why there is multiple new litters of kittens under her house) I’ve taken in every kitten they’ve handed off, provided traps, cat food, formula, and support. I’ve done all of this for free, in my spare time, taking away from my own family and personal life—and I was met with nothing but hostility, anger, and blame for asking her about her need for formula, and told to come pick up my traps. Unfortunately, this isn’t new. Just last week, I was chased off a porch by a crackhead who helped herself to underneath her neighbors house to dig out some kittens where I have cameras set up in attempts to catch the kittens. I’ve been screamed at on doorsteps for trying to help people get their cats fixed. I’ve been cursed out and called names because someone didn’t like the fact that TNR means returning the cats back. I’ve had strangers record and confront me while I was trapping, accusing me of making money from my social media videos and demanding they want a cut of it because their dads front porch was shown in one of my videos. I’ve been called names, threatened, and treated like garbage for doing the work that no one else wants to do—work that is thankless, unpaid, and emotionally draining. Trapping cats, getting them vetted, raising money to cover medical costs, caring for neonates around the clock, coordinating adoptions—none of this is easy. It costs money. It costs time. It costs sleep, peace of mind, and sometimes even relationships. But the worst part? It’s the people who make it harder than it already is. Rescuers are not drop-off stations. We are not 24/7 emergency services. We are not therapists, punching bags, or miracle workers. We are human beings doing the best we can in an endless, uphill battle—and we do it out of love. So the next time you see someone in rescue doing the work, thank them. Offer to help. Donate. Be kind. Because behind every adopted kitten is a story you don’t see—and someone who’s given more than you can imagine to make it possible. (fb)