I’ve neglected this, haven’t I?
I had high hopes that this would be a fun, active blog, but so far that hasn’t happened. I’ve been pretty busy and I think I was burned out on a lot of things. My writing has come to a standstill as it looks like I’m either out of ideas or just need a sabbatical.
One thing that moved me to post is the fact that I have eight more cats in my life. That’s right. Eight. I now have ten cats.
I can hear it now, “Spook! That’s called ‘hoarding’!”
Well, yeah but no.
See, I already had two cats. One I took home from the vet’s (she had been abandoned there three weeks previous) and the other I took from a friend who couldn’t keep her. No, he would not be allowed to take his elderly cat to a shelter. Then around the end of July, I was outside my front door having a cigarette. It was going on 2am and I was fixing to turn in, when I saw a kitten running around across the street. I heard her meowing. Then I hear another voice coming from my front lawn, obviously kitten’s mom.
So of course I started feeding them. Food at the front door was moved to the back patio when they came around back to say hello. Mama cat in the mean time had gotten herself knocked up and was growing bigger by the day. They were so sweet, especially how mama cat took care of baby. There is a group in my county that does free spaying for trap neuter and release, but they weren’t taking appointments that month. I couldn’t surrender them to the Humane Society, because they would no doubt get separated and I didn’t want that, and I also would never see them again. Plus I’d have to lie and tell them they were my pets, which technically, they weren’t.
Well they are now. They’re both in the house (vet says they’re healthy). Mama had her five kittens in the guest room and baby – who I’ve named Misa – has been spayed and vaccinated. Soon as the kittens are weaned, mama’s going to take that ride to the vet.
“But Spook, your two, plus the two girls and five kittens is only nine, not ten. Did you sleep through math class?”
I should mention Bruce. There is a big white tom who kept getting into my yard at night chasing Scarlett. I’d chase after him screaming with a squirt gun but he kept coming back. Now with the girls in the house, he comes by to be fed. I managed to trap him, took him to my vet who neutered him, gave him a rabies shot and docked one of his ears to show he’s a TNR. He doesn’t come into the house, but I am feeding him.
It’s gonna kill me to have to give up these kittens though. I just spent a half hour sitting on the floor with them crawling all over me. They are four weeks old (as of yesterday, Friday) and their little personalities are starting to emerge. Last night I dreamed of cats. Cats and coffee. I think I was holding a cat through the entire dream. I wonder why.




