Charity Sunday: A home for every feline -- #CharitySunday #StrayFeralRescue #CatTown @PiaManning3

By Pia Manning (Guest Blogger) 

Today I’m joining Charity Sunday for the first time, supporting two organizations close to my heart. I don’t have a blog of my own at the moment, but Lisabet has volunteered to host my post.

Here are the charities I want you to know about.

Stray Feral Rescue, Inc. of Minnesota (501c3 established in 2005)

Email: strayferalrescue@gmail.com

Website: https://strayferalrescue.org/contact-us.html

FaceBook: https://www.facebook.com/strayferalrescue/

CatTown Rescue of Wisconsin (registered nonprofit in Wisconsin-affiliate of Stray Feral Rescue, Inc.)

FaceBook: https://www.facebook.com/cattown.org/

In my romance Coming Home: Caveman Creek Book 2, Sherry Evans is adopted by a stray mama cat. Sherry finds it in her heart to give the mama cat and her kittens a home. In many cases, a feline family isn’t as lucky.

Enter Stray Feral Rescue & CatTown, two affiliated feline rescue groups that don’t receive the attention or funding they deserve. They work with people that find themselves feeding and caring for more strays than they can handle. Cats reproduce quickly, and one breeding pair in a garage, shed or barn, can turn into an alarming number in a few months.

Neither rescue group can lay claim to a shelter, kennel or building, where folks can come to and pick out, a pet. Rather:

“Cats come here and go to temporary foster homes for a couple of weeks where they are cared for until evaluated and fully vetted (spayed or neutered, determined to be healthy and have all vaccinations up to date) and then they are placed according to their evaluations. Any adoptable cats go on to other rescue groups that are adoption based to find homes when those groups have room. We find the rest a home on a hobby farm or property where someone has a large safe rural lot, away from other people and highways.”

Stray Feral Rescue and CatTown do their best to rehome abandoned felines, but most importantly, reduce the number of unwanted pets through their spay and neutering initiatives. It can be an uphill battle to find funding, especially in today’s economic climate. The good news is that even a few dollars can feed a cat or two for a week. So please, consider donating. Any amount is a welcome amount!

I will donate one dollar to each of these great organizations for each comment I receive, up to a maximum of $50. So please, don’t be shy!

Meanwhile – here’s a bit about the book.

Coming Home: Caveman Creek Bk 2

Available at SirenBookstand:

https://www.bookstrand.com/book/coming-home-mfmm

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Finding-Caveman-Creek-Publishing-Menage-ebook/dp/B096L94M5V

Blurb

Bounced around from place to place as a child, Sherry Evans is seeking a town to call home. She also needs an affordable place to realize her dream of opening a daycare center. What Sherry is not seeking is a romance. But Matt Bauer, Chris Carter and Eric Simmons have other ideas. The men, building contractors, own and operate MCE Construction in Pinecone Creek, Wisconsin. When they meet Sherry, they know she’s the woman they’ve been waiting for. They are more than willing to renovate a building for her daycare – as long as it’s in Pinecone Creek. The men agree that they want a lasting relationship with Sherry and plan a campaign to convince her that they are the only guys for her. But an old girlfriend has other ideas. She wants her men back and Sherry gone. How far will she to destroy Sherry’s dreams? Can Matt, Chris and Eric convince Sherry to love three men?

Excerpt

Sherry suddenly and unexpectedly found herself between three of the hottest men she’d ever met. They were tall and heavily muscled. Sherry imagined herself as the safest woman on planet Earth. Safe, yes. Nervous? Oh, hell yes. She now wondered if the T-shirt that she’d happily slipped over her an hour ago looked okay. Her eyes darted across it, checking for stains. Then she remembered that she hadn’t eaten anything yet.

She dredged her brain for details about sports teams and construction equipment, in case the men wanted to talk about them. But she didn’t follow any teams, and knew next to nothing about building stuff. The group approached the grill and the butterflies in her stomach morphed into buzzards. Sherry dreaded the sit down and talk part that came next. Those gorgeous men wanted to talk to her, Sherry. And she’d have to answer them. Fear of boring the trio swamped her like an incoming tidal wave.

When they reached the picnic table, Matt and Eric waited for Sherry to sit down before they claimed seats on either side of her. Chris sat opposite her.

Jake bit back a laugh. He and Lana found places at the end of their table. “Guess they’re not taking any chances.”

“You’re visiting the sheriff and Lana?” Eric asked, ignoring Jake’s comment

“Yup, I’m staying with them until I find a good place to open my business.”

“That’s exciting. What kind of business? Here in Pinecone Creek?” Matt picked up his burger and studied the young woman beside him. His gaze lingered on her bee stung lips and dimples. He wanted to run his fingers through the black hair that flowed over her shoulders and down her back like a dark stream. Her breasts pushed against her shirt when she shifted to answer him. He forced his eyes to focus on her face and not stray.

“I’m hoping to start a daycare here. I have a state grant and I’ve saved some money. That is, if I can find an affordable place. If not, then I’ll have to look somewhere else. What about all of you? Have you lived here long?”

“A few years,” Eric began explaining. “Matt’s an electrician and I’m a plumber. We worked on so many building projects together that we decided to join forces and start our own business. Then we met Chris—he’s a general contractor and does the kind of finish work that we don’t. It made sense to make him a partner.”

Sherry observed the men while they ate. All three wore ballpark style caps that advertised “MCE Construction” and had a small hammer embroidered on the front. They wore jeans and T-shirts that showcased their muscled chests. She thought that Chris was the oldest, but his hat cast a shadow that partially hid his face, so she wasn’t sure. His tan and sun-kissed brown hair reflected a career spent outdoors, while the laugh lines etched around his mouth hinted at a man with a sense of humor.

Matt reached out and tucked a stray curl behind Sherry’s ear. “Like what you see?” he asked softly. “I know I do.”

Sherry’s breath caught in her throat. Crap! Caught! She felt her face heating up, and figured her cheeks had to be stoplight red. She wished she flirted with men all the time, that she was armed with snappy comebacks and cool lines. But she wasn’t that woman and never had been. At best, she might think of something tomorrow when it didn’t matter anymore. Instead, she reached for her cup and gulped.

Sherry stiffened when she felt Eric run his hand up and down her back. “It’s all right, honey, we want you to look. We want to get to know you.” She searched his face, waiting for him to make a joke or laugh at her. Surprised, she realized he meant what he said. His gentle touch soon calmed her anxiety. She relaxed.

Chris leaned forward and covered Sherry’s small hand with his large one. His thumb caressed the back of her hand, and he gave it a tender squeeze. “How about we walk around when everyone’s done eating?”

“Yes, I’d like that.” Sherry put her cup down, grateful for Chris’s rescue. She wondered how much the men really wanted to walk with her. I can’t imagine all three of them sticking around, she thought. They’ll probably ditch me when they see someone they know.

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