Well, Mama cat moved her kittens and I have to say I’m a wee bit disappointed because I REALLY liked the grey and black one with black ears but I have to say that I can’t imagine why she put them where she did in the first place. To back track for those of you not on Face Book (is there anyone not on Face Book?) we have a screened in, very large porch on the back of our house. The dog yard is at right angles to the porch and three or four days ago the dogs started going ballistic. As usual, when they start going ballistic, I go out and check to see if it is a chipmunk sitting up sticking out its tongue at them or a rabbit leaning on the chain link or a cat walking through the field or a loose dog of the neighbors that I should take home. This time they were going ballistic at the gas tank.
I don’t worry about my dogs but thought it might be a poisonous toad or snake or that one of them had their foot caught somewhere or maybe a rat or something was attacking them so I rushed out through their side door, squeezed through their porch railing hole and ran down their ramp to them. They were telling me that it was something horrible but I couldn’t see one darn thing. Because I don’t worry about them I made them come into the house and shut the door just in case.
Then I went out to the back porch which has very long steps down to the ground because we are on a hill and stood at the top of the steps and looked over them and there……there was a Mama feral cat (guaranteed because I knew her and I can’t get close to her), black and white with three little kittens. The other two were black and white. I also know the father who is a beautiful solid grey color.
Immediately, I didn’t start worrying about them. It was a pretty silly place to have kittens – not really protected, about 1.5 feet from the dog chain link fence and only protected from the rain if it came from the North. I quickly ran and got my hubby and he looked at me and said “leave them alone”. So, because I don’t worry I called a “no kill shelter” who said “leave them alone because they need their mother’s milk right now and she will take care of them”. So, very disappointed, I left them alone. At lunch I took out my turkey sandwich which was loaded with turkey and leaned over and darned if the turkey didn’t slip out. Oh well, since I had to leave them alone I just left the turkey there.
The next morning I had the rest of the turkey from the package in my sandwich (I was really hungry) and darned if that didn’t slip out also! Mama and babies were still there. Actually, I met her eyes and she looked at me pretty calmly. For the second day the dogs weren’t allowed outside (and I wonder why they aren’t housetrained!). The third day Paul bar-b-qued chicken and I am such a klutz I dropped a huge hunk of it. Please note that all traces of turkey had disappeared and Mama was still there was babies.
That evening we had a huge thunder storm from the south. I wanted to go out and get them or cover them or something but felt it really was best for Mama to figure out that that was not a good place and to take them into the barn whose door I had forgotten to close. This morning they were gone. After daydreaming and dropping my tuna sandwich I decided that I would go out tomorrow and look for them. Not aggressively but just go out and look around. Not that I want a kitten but the were SO cute. Strangely enough my hubby told me that he knew they were gone. He gave me one of those parental stares but didn’t say anything about turkey or tuna fish or chicken. I miss them but the dogs are sure glad to be outside. Now the only problem I had was having to go out because Karla was petrified of a toad (which is good) and wouldn’t stop barking so I had to do the door, rail hole ramp thing again and pick up that awful-feeling pitch black thing and throw it over the fence. I have to look up toads to see if they change colors like lizards according to where they are because I found a grey one on the cement in the basement.
Aside from two catastrophes of health of two dear friends, all else is fine. I have decided that it is not fun to get old. I still can’t walk and have to solve that problem. I have also decided that it is up to us to find out what is wrong with us and to decide which medicines are good for us and inform our doctors because they don’t have a clue. They don’t know how we feel and can only guess and now that we have the internet we can at least look things up for ourselves. If we are lazy and rely totally on our doctors then it is our fault if we don’t know the problem. Unfortunately, some problems cannot be solved but at least if we know what it is then we can wrap our minds around it and make the right decisions on what to do or not do.
I want to say that I do so appreciate all of you listening to me rant on about stuff. It is so much less expensive than paying for a therapist. I do wish you could write prescriptions though!!!
Hope you and yours are well.