RAPS Cat Sanctuary

10/25/2025

10/25/2025

Hi, it's me. Marilyn.

Loyal peasants, gather ‘round.
The **RAPS Cat Sanctuary**, home to over **450 feline citizens**, is in complete and utter disarray.
The royal **Double-Wide Palace** — the very heart of the feline kingdom — is being renovated.
And the residents? Temporarily displaced.
Picture hundreds of cats milling around, complaining about the lack of window seating and warm laps. *The scandal.*

Meanwhile, **Ken** (yes, *that* Ken) has taken on the monumental task of leading the renovations.
He’s armed with tools, misplaced confidence, and a deadline so terrifying it makes grown humans weep:
**OCTOBER 30.**

That’s right — this project must be finished *before Halloween,* or we risk 500 cats staging a coup with pitchfork tails and tuna breath.

Now, I may be supervising remotely (from under my blanket, with snacks), but even I can sense the drywall-related despair from here.
So, by royal decree:

**Attention, peasants!**
If you can hammer, paint, sweep, caulk, hold a ladder, or simply stop Ken from “eyeballing” measurements,
**your Queen commands your presence** at the RAPS Cat Sanctuary immediately.

Bring:
🔧 Tools that don’t spark fear.
💪 Determination and a sense of humor.
🐱 Churu (for morale and tribute).
☕ Caffeine (for Foster Mum’s survival).

Let’s get this palace finished before Ken starts duct-taping the walls and calling it “modern design.”

Until then, I’ll be reclining like the majestic forewoman I am — issuing orders, critiques, and the occasional royal eye-roll.

Email [email protected] to let her know your availability.

10/24/2025

🔨 SOS... do you have spare time to help with a large renovation project at RAPS Cat Sanctuary this coming week?

We are on the final push to complete a huge reno in our double-wide cat space at the Sanctuary and would be grateful for help! Duties may include completing cat enclosures and other projects.

Email [email protected] if you can give a few hours of your time.

10/23/2025

In this week’s blog post, volunteer Brigid Coult introduces Louie, who is FIV+ and was transferred into our care from a rescue ally on Vancouver Island. Since arriving in 2020, he has made great progress in becoming more comfortable with the humans who care for and visit him.
“I have a soft spot for the chonky, slightly battered looking Sanctuary boys - I miss Higgins, and Bill, and am always happy to spend time in the FIV+ pen with Chance and Charlie - and more recently, with shy Louie, who demonstrates his willingness for contact by ducking his head to offer a strong head-bonk (also called "bunting").

Louie has progressed from hiding out in the back pen to enjoying the warmth of the main cabin, and the occasional company of humans.”

Read Louie’s blog in full here:
https://catsanctuary.ca/cats/louie/

Blog by Brigid Coult
Photos by Katy Cobb, Brigid Coult, Brielle Hutchison, Karen Nicholson

10/23/2025

Hi, it's me. Marilyn.

It has come to my attention that certain individuals (*Ken*) have been spreading outrageous rumours that the **Unicorn Cat Tree** is “for everyone.”
Let me clarify: it is **for me** — *Marilyn the Magnificent, Duchess of Drama, and Sole Heiress to the Glitter Throne.*

When I placed my paw upon that enchanted unicorn, angels sang, the heavens sparkled, and Ken sneezed because he’s allergic to majesty.

Foster Mum said, “Marilyn, it’s for all the kittens.”
Incorrect. The kittens may *look* at it from a respectful distance while composing ballads in my honour.
The Salad Monsters may not approach — their combined aroma could dull the sparkle.

Ken tried to hang a toy on it.
I knocked it off.
He tried again.
I knocked *him* off (emotionally).

This is *not* a playground — it’s a **royal monument.**
Henceforth, any feline attempting to climb it without my written consent will be sentenced to watching Cat TV’s *Pumpkin Episode* on loop.

10/22/2025

Sponsor Me Wednesday - Junior

Junior is an FIV cat, coming from the colony that brought us Marble, Biggie, Smalls, and Simon. The other four of them arrived in our care in the spring of 2023, and Junior joined them about six months later. Mama Marble passed suddenly this year; her oldest son Biggie has been adopted. Junior is now the senior of the group (though probably no more than 4-5 years old) and has stepped up to take Biggie’s place as a lap-cuddler with visitors.

Like his brother Biggie, he’s a handsome orange tabby with a white bib. He doesn’t have the energy of his little brother Simon; he prefers to lounge around and be admired.

Become a monthly RAPS Cat Sanctuary Sponsor!
https://catsanctuary.ca/cat-sponsorship/

If you would like to sponsor a RAPS Sanctuary cat ($25 per month), talk to a team member or sponsor online.

Photos by Brit Burant, Aloe Evergreen

10/22/2025

Hi, it's me. Marilyn.

Well. It’s happened again.
**Foster Mum and Ken** have returned from the Langley swamp with *yet another* one of those salad monsters — bringing our grand total to **six**. Six feral puffballs of chaos, crumbs, and questionable hygiene.

They came in **hissing, spitting, and smelling like wet compost**, immediately dove face-first into the food dish, and are now rolling around in their own drama.
It’s like living next to a blender full of noodles and attitude.

Their royal titles (bestowed by me, obviously):
Count Puddleton the Damp
Lady Drizzle von Soggybritches
Baron Burrbottom of Langley
Sir Moist-a-Lot the Meowth
Dame Splasharella the Screamer
And the newest addition: **Viscount Slimefur the Sixth** — sticky, squeaky, and entirely too proud of his own smell.

Meanwhile, **Ken** has decided his role in all this chaos is to stand there holding an *empty carrier* like it’s a sacred artifact.
Occasionally he mutters things like “Good job, little dude,” while a kitten is literally trying to bite his shoelace off.
He also tried to “help” by offering them a spoonful of Churu… *from six feet away.*
Iconic.

And Foster Mum? Handing out Churu like Oprah on a sugar high.
(“You get a Churu! You get a Churu! Everyone gets a Churu!”)
Everyone except, of course, *me.*

So, I have officially issued my royal demands:

1. **1,000 tubes of Churu** (salmon only, because I have standards).
2. **Three deluxe feather wand toys**, preferably with glittering tails, and sound effects, not those limp dollar store noodles Ken keeps buying.

3. Immediate removal of Ken’s “helping” privileges.

Until these are met, I will remain under my blanket, plotting the downfall of the Langley Salad Monsters and imagining a better world — one with silence, sparkle, and fewer damp peasants.

10/20/2025

We are enormously thankful to the good folks at Champion Pet Food who recently donated 2,000 cans of Acana & Origin cat! 🙏🐈🐈‍⬛️

We had the group out for an afternoon of volunteering and hang out time with the 500 cats who call RAPS Cat Sanctuary home.

Tremendous thanks to the Champion team for their generosity and kindness. We (and the cats) are beyond grateful for your support.

10/20/2025

Hi, it's me, Marilyn.

Attention, peasants and peasants’ assistants (that’s you, Ken):

The situation has deteriorated. Severely.

Two more of the **Langley Swamp Goblins** have arrived — allegedly siblings of the previous chaos committee — and with them came a **stench so powerful it could knock the fur off a sphynx.**

They are five weeks old, *feral,* and apparently believe deodorant is a government conspiracy.
They entered the premises **hissing, spitting, and smelling like the inside of a forgotten rain boot.**

And what does Foster Mum do?
Does she bathe them?
Quarantine them?
Light a blessed candle?
No.
She says, *“Aww, they’re scared! Let’s give them Churu.”*

**CHURU. MY CHURU.**
I am surrounded by betrayal and tuna breath.

They’ve devoured every scrap of food, rolled in it for sport, and are now emitting an aroma best described as “swamp with a hint of despair.”
Meanwhile, Ken is just standing there again — towel in hand, brain buffering — while I suffocate in Eau de Langley.

I’m filing an official complaint with the Feline Council for Crimes Against Nostrils.
Effective immediately, this household is under **Stink Quarantine.** No one touches my blanket until the air is breathable again.

10/18/2025

Happy

Both our Adoption Centre & RAPS Cat Sanctuary are open on weekends from 1 - 4 pm 🐈🐈‍⬛

Hang out with 500 cats! Yes, 500! Visit RAPS Cat Sanctuary on Saturday & Sunday, 1 - 4 PM
Visitor & Ticket info:
https://www.eventbrite.ca/e/visit-the-raps-cat-sanctuary-tickets-1383041858429?aff=ebdsshother&utm_share_source=listing_andro

Bosley's Queensborough Adoption Event
Saturday, October 18
1 - 4 pm
Meet adoptable, bonded sisters, Chicklet & Finch. 16 weeks old.
805 Boyd St Unit N200, New Westminster

Photos of just a few of the MANY adoptable kittens & cats seeking loving forever homes & a peak at the amazing RAPS Cat Sanctuary ❤️

Looking to add a feline family member to your life? Just drop in to the Adoption centre today from 1 - 4 pm.

See our adoptables' profiles on Petfinder:
https://www.petfinder.com/search/pets-for-adoption/?shelter_id%5B0%5D=BC157&sort%5B0%5D=recently_added

10/18/2025

Hi. It's me. Marilyn.

Good evening, loyal subjects.
Last night, the palace was struck by an act of *utter horror and incompetence.*

Foster Mum, in what I can only describe as a lapse of judgment, turned on *Cat TV: Halloween Edition.*
At first, harmless — autumn leaves, aesthetic bats, a bit of light rustling. I was intrigued.
And then… the pumpkins appeared.

**Glowing. Bouncing. Possessed.**
They rolled across the screen like orange poltergeist, and within seconds, the entire household fell into chaos.

**Ink** disappeared faster than Ken’s motivation to help.
**I**, naturally, dove under my blanket — not out of fear, but as a *strategic retreat of fabulous self-preservation.*
**Cola** didn’t move — possibly because she was judging us all or negotiating with the spirits.
**Graffiti**? Oh, he *slowly* walked away, pretending he wasn’t scared while his tail told a very different story.

And where was **Ken**, you ask?
Standing there like a malfunctioning scarecrow, muttering, “What’s the big deal?”
The big deal, Kenneth, is that we were *attacked by digital pumpkins.* Try to keep up.

Foster Mum laughed. I considered pressing charges.

Effective immediately, I am declaring a **Royal Pumpkin Ban** and demanding **1,000 tubes of Churu** for emotional damages — plus one functioning human capable of crisis management (applications now open).

Until then, I’ll be under my blanket, beautiful and betrayed, where no pumpkin — or Ken — can reach me.

10/16/2025

In this week’s blog post, volunteer Brigid Coult introduces three feral friends who call the Sanctuary home.

“Many of the Sanctuary cats have their human friends among the staff, volunteers and visitors. But a good 20% of them are ferals that want nothing to do with humans and prefer to find hiding places and stay out of sight. And that's OK by us - these are exactly the cats who would not survive long without RAPS, and if they're happier without contact, we can make that work. We hold to no-kill as a primary mandate.

Sarah, Madeleine and Raya are perfect examples of our feral friends who may never allow us to touch them, but whose lives are as valuable as any other in the Sanctuary.”

Read the blog in full here:
https://catsanctuary.ca/blog/colourful-ferals/

Blog by Brigid Coult
Photos by Braden Burgess, Brigid Coult, Karen Nicholson