Bigger than a sparrow, smaller than a baby pigeon, relatively jumpy, with a long beak and yellow on the inferior side of it. It was in the middle of a street from a neighborhood with a lot of green spaces, it couldn’t fly. I took it, of course, but we don’t have any knowledge about birds so we don’t know what is it. Is it a baby or an adult? What is he eating? For now I gave him some seeds and water and I am going outside for flies! We keep you posted.
Update: It’s probably a field fare.
Blackie, as we named her, stayed near a block of flats. Shy and fearful, one day she made the “mistake” of barking to a man who was walking his dog. The man didn’t think too much at it and he took a bat and started hitting Blackie until he broke one of her legs.
Also from the jurnal of a volunteer…but a special one. It has an infinite patience with all the orphan kittens that pass through the house. Maybe he remembers the times when he didn‘t have anyone
It is morning and I’m trying to figure out all the places I have to go without forgetting something. It is clear to me that I will be at home at night.
I take a generous pile of posters and start ‘the big sticking action’. I search for the most visible spots for my posters and the ones that won’t cause me problems (I don’t want to argue with salesmen/shop owners or to spoil others businesses). People are getting curious when they see me sticking a colored poster, we get into chats and the work goes smoothly.
Some flees, a little dirt in my ears, uncertainty of tomorrow, fear for today when I was chased from the family I thought is mine, that’s my dower.
I am still shocked and I will never understand why people do that to animals. Why they let us come in this world and then throw us like garbage? What they imagine, we can handle ourselves alone in the streets? Did they have any idea what is happening with us in the streets, how much pain we feel?
Another unfortunate captured from Boulevard 1 May’s terrace, beautiful but unsociable. He arrived in our care three years ago. Since then he is still not trusts people. Just the other days, like FLY the other tomcat we told you about earlier, Bery got the courage to let us pet him too, but only that for a moment.
Fly is one of the tomcats caught on the terrace of a building from 1 Mai area together with many other kittens being in danger of death. As the other cats he was caught with the cage trap. For 2 years he didn’t let us to touch him because he couldn’t trust people.
For a while now in our neighborhood a pack of dogs came and remained, therefore the neighbors complained at the police and they came and took MAYA, the dog of the hood who was peacefully sleeping near her puppy house where she lived for years since she was a puppy.
Yesterday we had to go at the Mihailesti Shelter (flaying house) to look for the puppy Maya taken last week. Because a lady wanted to take back another dog taken by the flayers we went there together.
You don’t even imagine how I looked like when I was brought up to Spiru Haret. I was simply only skin and bones, I couldn’t use my back paws and I was like in a horror movie. Meanwhile with the help of good treatment I started to use all my paws, I learned how to laugh, to be glad to be alive, but my good life began when I was hospitalized.
Now my name is Hope. That’s what I’ve heard when someone photographed me. They told me to be jolly and maybe my life will change. I tried to smile but I didn’t succeed. I lost any hope for a better life. Now I’m living on the streets and for a few days i will stay to Spiru Haret.
Titza is one of the cats we captured in 2009 from the 1Mai terrace.
She is in our care for more then 3 years and because she is half wild we didn’t managed to find her a suitable adopter that is capable to have patience with her. She was adopted at a certain time by somebody that liked her, but unfortunately they didn’t have enough patience to make her understand what for her is hard to understand , meaing that you can have total trust in some people.
