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Princess Ellie

Alley Cat Ellie

The rescue story about Ellie is quite phenomenal to say the least. From surviving in the back-alleyway streets in the hood to now living her best kitty life.

Imagine this: you’re a tiny black baby kitten that a family chose to adopt at the time. They put a collar on her, with her name and phone number. She was often seen happily frolicking the neighbourhood and up to classic kitten mischief. She came knocking on our door a few times, as many friendly out-going cats do, and had a tour of our place which included multiple kitty rubs from all of us, especially Pops – he got to hold and lift her, she trusted him with much confidence. Eventually, it was time for little black kitty to leave and head home back to her owners’. We watched as she prettily pranced princess-like down the steps along the sidewalk and with a quick glance back to us, as if saying, “thanks, that was fun!”, on her way she went.

A few months pass, and we here about a black cat now living in the back alleyway. This was the rumour on the street. Wasn’t so much a rumour as it was sadly the truth. The owners had moved and decided to leave Ellie-cat in the alleyway and not bring her along with them. 

We began to investigate this a little bit more to discover that this black cats’ mom, or human owner had even removed the collar that we had so clearly seen on Ellie’s neck.

One evening before the owner moved without bringing Ellie, Pops had run into her saying, “Oh if you’re looking for Ellie, you know she’s out and about, I know she’s getting close to the main traffic road, maybe you should keep her in?”, he politely suggested. Ellie’s then human mom responded by saying , oh no Ellie is fine on the street and outside. She always makes her way home and if not, she has a collar with her phone number on it, so don’t you worry about her. As if to say, “mind your own business Mister”.

To have had that interaction with her to now discover this human, and her family chose to dump their adopted kitty cat family member, and leave her behind. This is so shocking to the ears and the eyes believe me. I suggest this, because this humans action makes me want to take inhumane action, if you know what I mean – wink wink. However, since that’s not an option, we did do the right, and the only option, which was called Mission Impossible: operation rescue Ellie. 

This poor Ellie cat has now been living on the streets in the back alley on her own for several months during Covid. The new owners of the house that Ellie previously lived in often had Ellie hiding out under their deck, and they referred to her as SHADOW the black cat. This new family was not equipped to own a cat and take her in. They obviously had no idea what a cat ate because they would feed her scraps from their dinner plate, such as carrots and bones, what?! These are not a few of the cats favourite foods. We eventually discovered this because we saw the scraps underneath the deck. The new owners had not attempted to rescue this abandon black cat, nor attempt to bring her in to their home, which was her home, not that long ago.. poor Ellie. She got injured and endured so much trauma, and got very frightened, and full of anxiety living on the streets.

At one point, she was trapped by animal services, and rescued and released. This is an actual term known now for cats on the streets. Animal services will temporarily trap them, bring them in, spay or neuter them, give them their shots and then slice a tip of the left ear off the cat . This is done so that it symbolizes or is code for ‘this kitty has been fixed’.

It was time for operation rescue Ellie. We had been living between two homes during the Covid pandemic, one home being up north in the Halliburton highlands. We were lucky to have a Lakehouse – a summer cottage home that we could escape to during that time. However, every time the boys and I travel back to our townhome in Brooklin it became operation rescue Ellie time. The boys were in charge of this mission. Bastian became the mission leader and seem to display a tremendous amount of kitty-Patience that neither my other son Beck, nor I have. Ellie was so scared, and full of PTSD that no one, and I mean no one could get near her, touch her, only Bastian could, and only eventually. Even that took him a long while to gain her trust, but when she did Bastian became her master. It still took Bastian, and the rest of us, four months, to get her all the way up to the alleyway to our yard. That was a miracle alone. Then she became comfortable sleeping outside in our yard, and this was towards the end of winter and beginning of spring. We set up a big blue recycle bin with a blanket and a soft foam piece for her to sleep on and we covered the table that she was under in hopes of her not getting soaked too badly. She slept there night after night, and even before his breakfast cereal Bastian would run down every morning to see if his kitty cat was still there.

Night after night, morning after morning it was ‘operation rescue Ellie’. After several months, Mission impossible became mission accomplished! This was the result of Bastian and Beck’s persistency, consistent care and pure love for all animals but especially their new black cat they patiently rescued.

A great side note to this story is the previous summer both boys had been mildly mentioning that they wanted a new cat. Unfortunately, the head of the household in our current living climate politely turned them down a few times over at the time. Low and behold, without forcing or asking anymore, not only did they rescue one black cat, but two, of which they got to keep both! A lovely manifesting moment for my sons – especially Bastian; he asked, and asked and then somehow just knew he’d have a cat soon.

Back to the story – we noticed Ellie was very jumpy, on high alert, anxious with loud sounds, wary of people – especially their feet, and even showed signs of PTSD with abnormal kitty behaviours. For example, Ellie was scared of cat toys like little balls with bells, the flopping fish toy was terrifying for her causing her stress; she didn’t know how to play like a normal regular kitty cat would. Nor did she know how to purr or meow out loud; when she did meow, mostly nothing came out of her mouth – no sound, sometimes a tiny squeak meow.

Enter, organic industrial hemp, also known as, CBD. I never owned a pet that needed it more than Ellie – well, there was Kruger the scaredy cat – but that was then and this is now. With the onset of legalization in the Cannabis industry, I’ve had the priveledge of working with Canadian organic hemp farmers, suppliers and product developers. Together, we’ve created the Susan K boutique line of organic hemp to help relieve chronic pain, stress and fatigue, which includes PTSD, anxiety, hyper-vigilance to name just a few. Along with assisting the body back into balance in all of our systems by re-creating internal and external homeostasis, CBD is not just for humans, but for our pets too!

With having lived on the streets, Ellie was not a fan of fireworks or thunderstorms, or any loud noises (much like myself!). We began to add a few drops of CBD to her food on a regular basis. We noticed she gradually became calmer in general and had an easier time with firework and thunderstorm season. She’ll still jump at irregular loud sounds, as do I, but she recovers much quicker – her parasympathetic nervous system is slowly but surely healing thanks to consistent use of our Pet CBD.

Princess Ellie is the luckiest black cat with surviving more than her given “9 lives” as a manifested cat in this lifetime. She now resides in her compounded kitty backyard and is so pleased with her kitty cat life that she no longer wants to leave her yard or house. She knows her 9 lives are up and rest is best for her higher kitty-self. Her Pops built her not one, but two outdoor custom cat houses – like I said, luckiest cat alive our Ellie-cat.