Shadow is the clever big boy of the group, who’s figured out how to use the dog door. We try to be indoor-only here, but far too frequently, I find Shadow waiting for me at the front door when I get home from a long day of work.
Bringing Sage home from the animal shelter was when I realized that I wanted to operate a rescue. Poor Sage had spent an entire year at the shelter. For some reason, no one was interested in taking on a friendly 12-year-old cat with no other health problems.
Of the seven cats under this roof, Spike has a most special place in my heart.
Right before Thanksgiving of last year (2018), a call went out for a winter foster or permanent rehoming of this approximately 10-year-old grey cat. Spike is a former feral who has seen some stuff. His ears are tattered from past fights, and he’s totally deaf. Spike is also blind in one eye. And completely toothless.
Second Guess has been a great many things in its short existence. At first the goal was to be a sustainable homestead farm growing heritage and heirloom fruits and vegetables, and doing some brewing on the side.
Then time passed.
Now, its goal is to provide a safe home for senior and otherwise homeless cats (while still growing heirloom veggies and doing some brewing).
I rescued Sage after he sat in the shelter for a full year. At 12 years old, no one was interested in him. Their loss.
Now he’s 15 years old. The youngest cat here is eight. And somehow, they all have names that start with ‘S’.