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Christmas Festivities 2016

This Christmas season is busier than ever and we will attend a number of events and have numerous fundraisers to help us to raise funds to continue our work with stray and feral cats.

On the 3rd of December, from 10am to 12pm, we will have a Coffee Morning at the Schooner Bar in Ballycotton, with a fantastic raffle. Join us to taste some of the most delicious cakes in East Cork!

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Until the 5th of December at 8pm, we are having an online Christmas auction on our Facebook page. Click here to join the fun!

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Maxi Zoo Midleton are having a “guess how many balls” competition in aid of CCN with two hampers to be won. Pop in store and give your guess! Winners will be announced on the 23rd of December.

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Farrell’s Supervalu in Mitchelstown and Dealz in Fermoy are holding a food collection in aid of CCN. Call in and fill the trolley!

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We will have a number of Christmas stalls in pet shops and at Christmas fairs:

  • 3/12: Christmas Market at the Fransciscan Well
  • 4/12: Ballintotis Christmas Fair
  • 10/12: Maxi Zoo Douglas
  • 11/12: Garryvoe Hotel Christmas Market
  • 11/12: Cloyne Christmas Fayre
  • 17/12: Petstop (Kinsale Road Roundabout)
  • 17/12: Maxi Zoo Midleton (with Santa Paws)
  • 18/12: To be confirmed
  • 23/12: Maxi Zoo Midleton

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Finally, on the 5th of January, the draw for our Christmas/New Year Appeal will take place at Harty’s Pub in Cloyne. Tickets will be on sale very soon…

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And don’t forget to get your Christmas cards and 2017 Calendars. They are available from many shops (see list here) or can be ordered from our online shop.

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Thank you al for your support and have a merry Christmas!

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Christmas Auction 2016

Shop from the comfort of your home and help raise funds for the cats!

Community Cats Network are having an online auction on their Facebook page with over 30 unique items to bid on, many of them are hand-crafted. You will find some original gift ideas to get your Christmas shopping started!

The auction will close at 8pm on the 5th of December. To take part, click here.

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We would like to thank all the supporters who contributed by donating items for this auction.

5th Purrfect Auction & Tom’cat’bola – 3rd to 13th of March 2016

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Community Cats Network’s first purrfect auction of the year has already begun, so it’s time for a bit of retail therapy! As always, there are plenty of items to bid on: toys, make-ip, bags, jewellery, catty stuff and much more!

Join the fun here and get bidding!

You can also take part in our Tom’cat’bola and be in with a chance to win one of these prizes. Tickets are only €1 and can be bought here.

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Purrfect Auction – Extended until 18/11/15

We have some great news! Our Purrfect Auction has been extended until the 18th of November at 9pm!

For those of you who have missed it so far, come and join the fun! There are over 300 items up for bidding and a lot more to be added in the next few days! It’s the ideal way to do a bit of Christmas shopping from the comfort of your home!

What will you find? Toys (loads of them), books, DVDs, jewellery, clothes, catty gifts and a lot more!

Where is it happening? Click on this link and you’ll see!

Have fun!

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4th Purrfect Auction – 4th to 15th of November 2015

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Community Cats Network’s 4th Purrfect Auction has just begun and ends on the 15th of November at 9pm. Time for a bit of retail therapy!

With Christmas around the corner, it is the purrfect occasion to do a bit of shopping at small prices, while supporting us to help even more cats! This auction will be even better and bigger than ever with 100s of items from toys to jewellery, to gift sets, to catty hampers, and more!

To take part in the Purrfect Auction, join the page here and get bidding!

As part of our auction, there is also a Tomcatbola with great prizes to be won. Donate at this link and your name will be put into the bag (€1 per ticket).

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In the Shadow of the Mill

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The cats would pour out of the old mill in a torrent of upraised tails when the women appeared. Every evening, after 6 o clock, when the businesses had closed for the day and things quietened down, the ladies would come with their meagre supplies of food, held in burlap, potato bags, to feed the forgotten cats. The cats were generationally wild. Litter upon litter of these cats were born in and around the old mill, which itself had been built just after the famine in Ireland. The nursing queens, the female cats with kittens, made their nests deep within the hidden places of the mill where humans would not discover them or their babies. From these dens a struggle for survival was forced upon the tiny kittens, born blind, born deaf, completely dependent on their mothers for life, these tiny creatures had to undergo a veritable gauntlet of challenges just to emerge from their nests. They were in danger of being attacked by rival Tomcats who wished to mate with their mothers. The rats that infested the mill were a considerable source of threat and would happily seize and eat any newborn kitten. Then there were the endemic diseases; cat flu that first blinded the babies and then sealed their nasal passages shut leaving the tiny, fledging cats, to starve to death, unable to smell their food source. Then there were the truly horrible diseases whose lethality was hidden by their innocuous acronyms; FeLV , FIV, FIE, an entire alphabet that spelled nothing but a miserable end for newborns that had not yet left the nest. But the single biggest danger the cats faced were human beings whose indifference, neglect, and downright cruelty, ensured that the suffering would continue in an endless cycle.

‘So as you treat the least of my creatures, so you treat me’ or words to that effect. How many times did I listen to the priest intone those words at Sunday mass. The congregation sat in various states of emotion, that ranged from utter and complete boredom, to rapt, face gleaming attention , as the weekly ritual of the catholic mass unfolded. The message was always the same; ‘Behave, Be Good, Be Kind towards those weaker than you’. And how often these admonishments were left behind in the church along with the Parish Bulletins and unread catholic papers. ‘Things were different back then’ or so it is said by today’s commentators. Ireland in the early 1960s. Back then we were all catholic, republican, and played GAA. Those that didn’t fit that description were all English. Rugby playing, Protestant, heathens, Communists, and Atheists. We all had to fit within very narrow job titles. To step outside the definition was to invite ridicule.

I was a very small child when I first noticed the Mother and Daughter. They quietly walked along the quay side by side. Clutched in their hands were potato bags filled with discarded food waste and scraps, collected from the Town’s businesses during the day. They always went to the high entrance gates of the mill where they distributed the food to the feral cats that boiled out of everywhere. To be honest the women frightened me at first. The Mother seemed to have a stern face, a ‘cross’ face as children like me would see it. Back then the ability to gauge the temperament of an adult from his/her face was a survival requirement for kids. Ireland was not a child friendly country then. The Daughter disquieted me even more. As a child I couldn’t articulate what it was, exactly, about her that made me stare so hard.

When the two women reached the gates of the mill they were first greeted by the ‘waiters’ the cats who knew they were coming. But within a few minutes the cats and kittens poured out of the mill, from every direction, frantic for the food the women had to offer. These felines were the wildest of the wild yet they greeted the two women with great love and dignity every time. The Mother and Daughter went about their feeding amidst a forest of upright tails whose tips were turned over in that classic, inverted ‘J’ shape, of cordial cat greeting. I remember pausing to watch the women and the cats who rubbed up against their legs and twined sinuously around the women’s ankles. I was jealous of the obvious love the cats had for these two women because I never received any attention from any of these wild creatures. No matter how often I approached them, the cats either totally ignored me, or, worse again, hissed and spat, before running away into their dark and mysterious hiding places within the mill. The two women spoke to the cats. Called them by pet names and the cats responded. The big adult males, bruisers all, would get the first cut from the food supplies followed by the sleeker females. In between this roiling mass of women and cats would dart the kittens, braving blows and hisses from the adults, but determined to get their share of what was on offer. The Mother and Daughter did their best to control the feeding and to ensure that even the littlest kitten got something to eat. The big bullies would be chased away and space made for a kitten to get a morsel to eat but the bigger, faster cats, always got the lions share. When the feeding was done the two women would leave, side by side, and just as sedately, walk away back down the quay. The cats would linger by the gates awhile longer hunting for any remaining scraps before they too would silently merge back into the shadow of the mill.

I grew up with cats. We had a little grey Tabby called, ‘Puisin’ (Pro. Pusheen) which is Gaelic for, ‘Little Cat’. As a child, I discovered Puisin had given birth to a litter of kittens in the bathroom cupboard. My father promptly dispatched the kittens by placing them in a cotton wool lined shoebox that was impregnated with chloroform. I still remember the frantic cries of these newborn kittens and their puny efforts to escape their fate within the shoebox. Poor Puisin would run about the house crying for her kittens and trying desperately to free them from the box but the humans always won and the kittens died. I suppose this is shocking for some readers but in 1960s, rural Ireland, this was an outrageously expensive way of disposing of unwanted kittens. Why go to all that trouble and spend all that money when there was a perfectly good river nearby? Discovering bags of drowned kittens was a frequent childhood experience and one consequence of playing in the river. The county council street cleaners, a particularly villainous looking bunch of men who went around the town in a horse drawn cart always had a few dead cats tied to the side of their cart. Then there was the bodies of cats and kittens. They were everywhere to be found. Lying in hedges and ditches. In back alleys and side streets. A cat that was dying of disease or that was unable to move because of injury, was considered fair game for a sport of kill the cat. Cruelty didn’t come into it. This was the weak and unfortunate of society, the people of the margins, discovering something even more weaker and defenceless than themselves. They could cause pain and torment to an animal, secure in the knowledge that society wouldn’t seek retribution for their crime. Some might describe this as cruelty but it was the pain filled, and the tortured, inflicting suffering on another, ‘lesser’ living thing, in order to relieve their personal pain. It was tough at the bottom in those days.

It’s hard to break the era of a story but I have to jump forward many years to finish the tale. The two women continued to feed the feral cats at the mill. Year upon year, as the country about them changed, the Mother and Daughter made their daily walk of mercy bringing food and kindness to the abandoned and forgotten cats of the mill. I grew older and away from the town following my own path in life. The mother grew older too, inevitably, and then she passed away leaving her daughter alone to carry on the task. As a man, I passed the mill one day and there was the daughter, alone, feeding the cats. As always the cats milled about her feet, tails aloft, meowing and chirping, happy to see her and the food she brought. As usual a few ‘young fellas’who were passing, paused to shout some undecipherable catcalls at the girl as she cared for her charges. I was now big enough to shout back at them and told them to be on their way. They informed me that the Daughter was, in their words, “Fucking mad” . So what? That what was almost the entire town thought of the Mother and Daughter and used to go out of their way to let them know. Who but imbeciles would go to so much trouble to feed a bunch of useless cats? And do the task year upon year upon year? As I saw off the hectoring youths a series of images I had unconsciously collected through the years began to form a pattern in my mind. I looked closely at the daughter as she bent to her task, especially at her face. The same calm, almost serene smile was still there, as it always had been, but the face lacked the animation of thoughtful intelligence. The Daughters actions were stiff and slow. Even simple tasks seemed an effort. The girl obviously suffered from some sort of intellectual disability. Yet the love and kindness, both the abilty and desire to reach out to other creatures, that her Mother had inculcated in her, remained, even though her devoted Mother was gone.

Once upon a time the Mother was a beautiful young woman who married a man and together they produced a baby girl. I know the Mother was a beautiful woman because even as a child I could see the remains of that beauty. The child was born with an intellectual disability and into a time in Ireland when such births were viewed as a mark of God’s disfavour upon the Mother. The husband, unable to face the shame of such a thing and the inevitable public comment, abandoned his beautiful wife and baby daughter to their fate. Now, to add to the ‘shame’ of the baby was the humiliation of desertion and the desperation of being a single parent in a society that heaped opprobrium upon such families. Mother and Daughter lived in poverty for all of their lives. That poverty was evident in their clothes that never changed year after year, becoming more dowdy and repaired as time passed. The Mother and Daughter seemed to pass through the streets unnoticed and friendless. The shopkeepers knew them because they collected the waste food everyday but no passerby ever seemed to stop and engage in casual conversation with them. Yet every evening Mother and Daughter walked serenely along the dark quay, laden with potato bags that contained precious food, for the forgotten cats that lived such short lives in the old mill. Ignoring the taunts and jeers of the town they fed, and cared, for hundreds of cats.

A number of years ago I passed the mill and there was the daughter feeding the cats. She had a companion with her, another woman who appeared slightly embarrassed to be standing in the middle of a lot of cats. That was the Daughter’s carer, appointed by a state agency to look after the Motherless girl. Then, one day, the Daughter was gone as were the mill and all its cats. In its place was a block of apartments, the kind advertised as ‘Contemporary living in an historic setting’.

Today we have Rescue Groups and TNR groups. There is a much wider public acceptance of animal welfare issues. Animal cruelty is a crime as is any harmful actions towards children or those with intellectual disabilities. Single parents are no different from two parents. There are laws to prevent all kinds of injustices in our society. But I walk the quay now as an older man with memories of another time and another place. If I look hard enough I see them coming towards me, a woman with her daughter. The Mother has a kind, compassionate face and she walks with her Daughter at her side. They walk, bound by love, bound by sadness, to a place where their children await them, eager for whatever scraps of food and human kindness the two women can offer them. They walk unheeding of the taunts, and jeers, that greet them most evenings from townspeople whose tiny intellects cannot fathom that love itself is a journey all of us must walk, regardless of the circumstances we find ourselves in. And if we can love something other than ourselves, no matter what the circumstances we find ourselves in, than something good and kind and eternal will emerge and live on after we are gone. For the Mother and Daughter, unknownst to themselves, and to me, planted a seed that lay dormant a long time. And then came the spring and the seed began to sprout. Community Cats Network will commence the neutering of every stray and feral cat in Bandon town in the memory of the forgotten mother and daughter.

” For one small act of kindness can inspire others to go on to do greater things”

The Bandon TNR project has been ongoing for some time and we have already neutered some 500 cats and kittens in the town and its hinterland. This project has been funded in part by the Hairy Project. We humbly and gratefully acknowledge and thank those of you that donated goods for auction and those of you that bid on the items for sale. CCN will be running its, PURRFECT AUCTION, soon, in order to raise the bulk of funds required to complete the Bandon TNR. CCN calculates it will take between 2-3 years to complete the neutering of the estimated 2000-2500 remaining cats.

Many Thanks

Our next Purrfect Auction will take place this coming Thursday the 30th of July to August 9th. Click here to join us for some goodies and fun. Our Chief Auctioneer will be Annie Brabazon again, we are all looking forward to some good fun and of course shopping!!

Click here if you would like to donate directly to this project.

3rd Purrfect Auction – 30th of July to 9th of August 2015

Purrfect Auction

Community Cats Network’s 3rd Purrfect Auction will begin next Thursday and end on the 9th of August. Time for a bit of retail therapy!

There will be loads of items up for auction: make-up, jewellery, handbags, cat and dog goodies and so much more!

To take part in the Purrfect Auction, join the page here and get bidding!

June 2015 Arty / Catty Auction

Every month, Community Cats Network offer a new item (or two!) for auction in order to help us to raise funds to continue our mission of neutering stray and feral cats.  The auction takes place on our Facebook page and bidding will end this month at 9pm on the 15th of June.  It is open to all; however, we will ask you to pay for postage if the item cannot be collected in Cork county.

Our first item for the June auction is a comfy cat bed handmade and kindly donated by one of our supporters.

Bidding starts at €5.  To place your bid, please click here.

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Our second item for the June auction is a gorgeous picture on wood entitled “Feed Time” (about 9 X 14.5 cms).

Bidding starts at €5.  To place your bid, please click here.

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2nd Purrfect Auction

Purrfect Auction

Community Cats Network’s 2nd Purrfect Auction will begin tomorrow and end on the 10th of May.

There will be loads of items up for auction: make-up, jewellery, handbags, cat and dog goodies and so much more!  And don’t forget that Father’s Day is in June and we will have plenty of gifts for men!  Time to get a bargain!

To take part in the Purrfect Auction, join the page here and get bidding!

April 2015 Arty/Catty Auction

Every month, Community Cats Network offer a new item (or two!) for auction in order to help us to raise funds to continue our mission of neutering stray and feral cats.  The auction takes place on our Facebook page and bidding will end this month at 9pm on the 28th of April.  It is open to all; however, we will ask you to pay for postage if the item cannot be collected in Cork county.

Our first item for the April auction is an original lino cut print, carved and hand printed by Trevor Vance.

Bidding starts at €8.  To place your bid, please click here.

 

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Our second item for the April auction is a cute pair of cat earrings donated by La Perle Elegante.

Bidding starts at €3.  To place your bid, please click here.

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