Yes, this is another post about cats. I’m sick of the subject too.
This morning we caught another one of the umpteenth litter and took it to the SPCA to start the process of fostering to surrender. The cat went berserk in the exam room and bit a worker. Now, all of those litter (since we can’t freaking catch them all at the same time) will be eventually trapped, fixed and then released back to our backyard. Thanks little no named brat.
The bad thing, aside from the poor worker being bitten, is the cat must be in quarantine for 10 days. And, I had to call our local health department to report it. The better-half is headed to the store to buy a dog crate. No named brat will be spending that time in the crate in the garage. Then it will go back into a humane trap to be fixed and released. I hate that we have to do this to that kitten, but we can’t think of any other way to handle this. We can’t have her inside the house because of Simon and Jim, but especially Simon. Having Anna Mae and Fuzzy in all the time over the past week showed us that’s just not a feasible solution. Also? Crazy biting cat is crazy.
All of this drama and stress because the damn mama cat looked pathetic several years ago during a snow storm and we started feeding her.
Yikes!!! Anna Mae and Fuzzy re doing great! The are both out all the time. She is still very scared and hides under furniture, but he is very socialable! They are eating and drinking like champs! At least that deed is not a punishment!
Hooray! I was thinking about them this morning and wondering how they were doing.