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<<< This is Earmark Cattery.
Earmark Cattery is a hobby & labor of love, not a business where there is a back stock-room (see below for our comical view of a kitty "stash") with various cats of different age, sex, color, coat length, size, etc. for potential pet buyers to choose from.
In our 20 years of breeding Scottish Folds, we have had quite a few people believe this misnomer as to warrant this explanation. Adoption Info |
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On March 30, 1996, Scarlett was in an abandoned garage allegedly used as a crack house in Brooklyn, New York, with her five kittens when a fire started for undetermined reasons. The fire department responded to a call about the fire and quickly extinguished it. When the fire was under control, one of the firefighters on the scene, David Giannelli, noticed Scarlett carrying her kittens away from the garage one by one. Scarlett herself had been severely burned in the process of pulling her kittens from the fire. Her eyes were blistered shut, her ears radically burned, her paws burned and her coat seriously singed. The hair on her face was almost completely burned away. After saving the kittens, she was seen to touch each of her kittens with her nose to ensure they were all there and alive, as the blisters on her eyes kept her from being able to see them, and then collapsed unconscious.
Gianelli took the intact family to the veterinary clinic of the North Shore Animal League, in Port Washington, New York, where Scarlett and her kittens were treated. The weakest of the kittens, a white one, died of a virus a month after the fire. However, after three months of treatment and recovery, during which time one of the staff of the League stated Scarlett was "spoiled rotten" and treated like a queen, Scarlett and her surviving kittens were well enough to be adopted.
The story of this feline mother's heroic efforts to save her kittens attracted worldwide media attention, and the League received 7,000 letters offering to adopt Scarlett and her kittens. They ultimately chose to divide the kittens into two pairs, and the two pairs of kittens were given for adoption to residents of Long Island. Scarlett herself was adopted out to Karen Wellen. In her letter, Ms. Wellen indicated that, as a result of losing her cat shortly after being injured in a traffic accident herself, she had become more compassionate and would take in only animals with special needs.
The North Shore Animal League has created an award named the Scarlett Award for Animal Heroism in her honor. This award is presented to animals that have engaged in heroic acts to benefit others, whether humans or animals.
Scarlett, the courageous mama cat who ran five times into a blazing Brooklyn garage in 1996 to rescue her kittens, has died of kidney failure.
"She had the best spirit," said the grieving Wellen. "We can all learn from her. She didn't have a mean bone in her body."
On Oct. 11, 2008 Wellen held Scarlett while her mom sang the feline's favorite song, "You Are So Beautiful," as a vet administered a drug to end her pain.
"She went peacefully in my arms. I told her how much I loved her," said Wellen, adding that Scarlett's ashes sit on the cat's favorite windowsill "where she always looked out."
Cat Camouflage
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 GASP! It's a dog, but I thought the camouflage was just too good to pass up. |
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Cats Just Hanging Around......
I saw these pictures of what "appears" to be a homeless cat & puppy and it just broke my heart.
A mother's comforting hug.
The Story Of Ken's CatI suppose I should tell the tail....oops, I mean tale.
I was scouting locations yesterday and whilst looking for a particular place, I spied out of the corner my eye a ramshackle old barn. I screeched to a halt, (much to the annoyance of the car behind) and jumped out and marveled at the new find.
I climbed over the gate/wall and made my way through the trees...towering oaks and clambering ivy and through a gap I espied another building - BUT a house, a very old house, perhaps 400 years old!!
Well to cut a long story short, Ken is the caretaker of this old place and he me around and told me a little of it's history.....and what a history.
He offered to introduce me to his cat, but warned me that it was 200 years old..... cue raised eyebrows and an urge to flee! But in I went, through the building equipment and general detritus, following the eery orange glow of Ken's arcane torch. The rooms were full of sweet, dark surprises - stone steps leading to different levels of darkness; huge ranges, blackened by centuries of carbonized cookery; shafts of light struggling through cracked, web encrusted mullions.
The upshot of this was a room with decayed floorboards and dusty furniture AND on the far window ledge, a gray svelte feline figure, held for eternity in a posture of twisted pain and fear, shadows from starved ribs dancing in the spotlight of Ken's amused countenance.
I had to see this apparition in daylight to fully believe my eyes, and when we stumbled, blinking into the September sun I saw a sight that not many will ever see - A mummified cat, which had lain between two walls for generations......it's poor little face frozen in agony , perfectly preserved, two whiskers still standing defiantly, it's tongue lolled to one side, craving liquid or oxygen........broken fangs set in a mouth like an ancient graveyard.......and of course I had to photograph the odd couple, strangely similar, like long lost vampire lovers, reunited in their anachronistic spot in the middle of nobodies existence.