KCA Lost Boys Abu Dhabi

It's been an emotional few days. We saved another dumped cat. 100% dumped as a cat could not find its way to the area. It's in the middle of nowhere.  Desert.  Reeds. Breeding grounds for ticks, fleas and disease. Looking for our boys led us here. He is not the only one to find himself in these circumstances. There are 100s if not 1000s, just like him. Some better, some worse. We are scraping the very tip of a very huge iceberg. As I've said before. Finding our boys is our no.1 priority. No.2 is going to be a long hard slog to advocate for change. We need industry professionals as what do we know? We only know what we've been exposed to the past 3 months. I've spoken with a lady who has been doing this for over 30 years! I'm struggling emotionally without a doubt. The mess is so overwhelming. Metaphorically, I was hit by a succession of waves which took me off my feet, whirled me around and dropped me from a great height.  The above cat Dody, is a mess. We remov...

I'm exhausted. I also feel embarrassed to feel this way. I met the most wonderfully courageous lady,  who despite a serious medical condition, walks the streets feeding cats. Like many others she does it out of the goodness of her heart. She is inspirational. I'm running round like a headless chicken. Cats at vets. Cat in the bathroom, cats out the front. Cats everywhere, but not our boys. All the conversations on my phone are to do with cats. I save strangers names with a clue for myself to remember them. Like, Sarah, Monty lookalike, cats. I lose track if I don't manage myself this way. Ive got pins all over the place to save identifying the same cat twice, trying to save time. Life is whizzing by at 100 miles an hour since the boys were taken.  I do want to moan. Say im tired. There's not enough hours in a day. It's just after meeting the lovely lady who is sick, feeding the cats I have no right. I'm physically fit and able. I can't complain. We are drivi...

 I am so not cut out for this. I received a call from a lady I have made friends with around our boys campaign. She called me to help with a sick cat outside her villa. She had no transport. I don't have the car till Dave gets home from work at 2.30. This started at 11.50. Me being me, I had to help this lady as she was so distressed. So, I tried calling several pet taxis and none were available. I then called several vets - none offer an ambulance type service. No one was available to help us. As soon as dave got home I raced off, with Google maps as I didn't have a clue where I was going. I arrived at the villa and when I saw the kitten I could quite easily have passed out. I don't have to be a qualified vet to see it was in a very bad way. I was concerned about parvo so said we should not touch it. It tried to make a lame attempt to evade me as I dropped a towel on it. I bundled it up and popped it in the car. I hardly spoke with my friend as I knew we had to act fast. G...

 I'm getting that feeling we are stalling. It's not what we want. We will fight this to the bitter end. I realised this morning it's 100 days since Blacky was taken. Its awful to think of where he is now, especially if he is even alive. The last photo I took of Blacky, 100 days ago. He loved to pop out of the garden and very occasionally he would get into a fight. Sadly he is crap at defending himself. He always lost. He always ended up at the vet. He was a lover not a fighter, but tried his best to defend his little corner of the world. That's all. Just this tiny little place that was his home.  He was never a problem to us, and definately not a problem to anyone else. I don't understand how the person that looked at him in that trap could do this. I imagine him in the trap all the time. Since I borrowed the awful mechanism from a friend for a couple of weeks, it's made it all the more vivid for me. Seeing a cat in a trap is the most heart wrenching thing ever,...

We are spending so much time looking for the boys, it's inevitable that now and again we come across a cat in need. This evening we picked up this frail fluffy little girl. She was obviously dumped as she was miles from anywhere. We bathed her and de ticked her. Poor little thing. Dumped and discarded. Left to die basically. Its all so cruel. How these people sleep at night I don't know. We know the pest company are dumping these cats, we just don't have the evidence to prove it. They dump dogs too. So many people, out of the goodness of their hearts, drive to these remote places to feed the dumped cats. they would not survive without them. The areas are so remote, you don't have to be a forensic scientist to know how they got there. It's very frustrating not having the evidence. We would love to be able to present the facts to the top people. I don't think those at the top have any idea what is going on. They receive the stats and everything looks great to them...

When I decided we needed a social media campaign to help find the boys, I didn't realise nearly three months later I'd be pondering the name. 'Khalifa City Lost Boys'.  It was just an idea in the beginning. A quick fix to find the boys. Now I know our boys really are lost. Lost to us and lost to themselves. How come stray cats can find us? They're coming to our garden. They are lost too. Lost from their life.We can't give all of them a life they deserve.  Our recent additions Zayed and Stirling now have a home with us. Zayed is named after the late Sheikh Zayed the founder of the UAE named accordingly as our vision for change. We are their home. As we were home for our boys. Why can't they find us?  Lost: adjective 1. unable to find one's way; not knowing one's whereabouts. "Help! We're lost!" Similar: stray astray off-course off-track off the right track disorientated disoriented having lost one's bearings adrift going round in cir...

We are in a proper whirl wind now. We have cats to identify, we have meetings, we have people to talk with. We don't have enough time to cover everything. We are struggling with life. I am so sad at another 'affect' of what we have suffered since our boys were taken. We cat proofed our garden. We made our walls a prison to keep our remaining cats safe. Safe from complaints and safe from trappers.  The consequence..... our Noms, who has suffered dearly without Monty, was ran over and died. That's it. We cat proofed our garden, she flew out in protest at being confined. She didn't understand it was for her own protection. Dave picked her up, still warm at 5.30 am. He tried to protect me. He asked at 1030 if she was home. He asked at 12 if she was home. When he eventually got home from work he told me. He had hoped he had been wrong. He picked her up. Bloodied and lifeless. He put her in the bin. What else should he have done? Again we are heartbroken.  We are going th...

I keep seeing posts for another cat that needs adopting. I'm on all these social media pages searching for our boys. Another position I have been forced into by the monsters who took my boys. I think I've said before, we have never adopted or gone to select a cat. All the cats we have, came to us. I consider us street cat facilitators. They continue to live their life, neutered and vaccinated. Not causing any societal problems. Not procreating, not spreading disease.  Just being a cat, with us as a home base when they want a lap to sit on or food not from a bin. My fingers hover over the keyboard dozens of times a day - we will take this cat. Then I delete it. Sometimes I type it again, then delete again. I want to help them all. I know sensibly and financially we can't do that. It's a harsh reality. How anyone can handle a cat, or other animal, and condemn it to a tough life of abandonment is beyond my comprehension.  The people in the positions who are handling these ...

I have never had a diary in my life Guess I'm now a diarist. Along with an instagrammer, a redditer, a tweeter..... nothing I won't try for our boys. I'm trying, but not succeeding. I am desperate to suceed. Just desperate to bring the boys home. We just realised it's 88 days since Blacky went today. I stopped counting at 20 something days. Our life has raced away with us since this started. It seems like minutes ago this journey begun. Then Christmas and new year melted away unnoticed. I want to get back to me. Me who isn't putting on trainers early in the mornings to go out calling for the boys, on social media through the day, and out searching again in the evening. Planning weekend areas to checkout for dumped cats. Faced with hundreds of cats wanting to be ours. To be removed from the godforsaken circumstances they are struggling to live in. It is really haunting me to look into their eyes and say you're not mine. Then walk away. Especially, if I call out o...

Well it's 2023. Never thought such an occasion would pass so unnoticeably.  Im feeling down today. Updating socials, checking new 'found' cats. Not many cat sightings being reported. We're not giving up. How do I inspire everyone else, who has a life, to commit to helping us help our boys? I know we have some true supporters who will be with us till the end. We just don't know what that 'end' looks like. Will we find the boys?. Only 2 of them... just one, or is the 'end' with none. Its very hard for me see an 'end' without the boys. Writting this blog really helps me get some direction. I always start with the plus sign. A new page.... I don't know what to write, then it starts to flow. It's my sub-conscience allowing me to get the clutter out of my head so I can continue. We are compiling a catalogue of photos and names for other 'lost' cats. We've created a full time job for ourselves.  I can't imagine how it would b...