Log #41, Bucky Kat


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Updated December 8th

The Cat Sanctuary, Bucky's Last Home

Wandering around San Carlos one day, Stan and I bumped into a book sale. The sponsors of the sale were the SBPA, Sociedad Benefactora y Proteccion Animal de San Carlos A.C. One thing led to another and we ended up helping out at Gwen's sanctuary in the kitty department.









Time and labor intensive, care of the garden requires two to three workers, daily, to sweep and hose the walkways and terraces, feed and clean litter boxes twice a day, and then care for the young, the sick and the dying, who are quarantined in different parts of the house, garden or garage.





Around forty (seems like 100!) abandoned kitties ranging from a few weeks to more than a decade old, live at Gwen's place. She goes through two 40-pound bags of food per day, and tons of litter, but as of this week there's one less mouth to feed in the garden, and one more at #122 Bahía.

Winky, a 6-month-old male was chosen to move in with Gale because he was so sweet and unassuming. Apparently, he was a wise choice because within hours the two were curled up together loving on each other. Winky brought the mother out in our Gale.





Winky was rescued from a hole at the side of the road. If he hadn't popped out of the hole and yowled, he and eight of his closest relatives never would have been discovered. The whole passle of 'em ended up at Gwen's house. Too young for the sanctuary garden, they were treated like royalty and given the guest suite in the main house with their own jacuzzi and view of the bay.

Gwen's grandson had a blast naming all of the new kittens. Winky's name was obvious because of his lazy right eye. Here at our house, though, we've got a different idea about this little guy. No cutesy names for our boy. He needed a manly man name with attitude, like Butch or Duke...or Bucky, after Bucky Kat, the Siamese from Darby Conley's comic, Get Fuzzy.




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