Soooooo, my little break was very eventful. Almost a year ago my mom started to feed this very friendly cat who showed up in our backyard one day. As you can imagine, he came back every day to get fed. He was easy to fall in love with. Seriously, he was the most friendly, playful cat EVER! I assume he had a home once but was left to fend for himself eventually. We talked about letting him in but we already have a cat and a dog and I’m very allergic to both. So, yeah, another cat in the house was not looking good for me. Well, a few months back this cat started to get fat. Except his fat belly liked to move from the inside. That’s right! He was a SHE! And SHE got pregnant. Ugh! We really did not need the complication but what’s done was done.
A few days after we get back from my Aunt’s funeral, the cat has her six kittens in our boat. Bye, bye pristine boat. I have to say, it was a smart choice though. The boat offers protection and shelter, so we couldn’t blame her. After a few weeks, we start to handle the kittens but they are very wary of us. They hissed and ran from us for the most part. Not good. So a few more weeks go by and we say enough is enough. The boat is pretty ruined at this point. We can’t feed six more cats for the rest of our lives. Our only choice is to catch them and find homes for them. Plus, at this point, we had finally decided to take the mom-cat in. You may call her Theo (from the old movie The Haunting). The vet said that to get her spayed she had to stop nursing. So yeah, we ran out of choices.
Well, catching them sounds good in theory, but actually doing it is a whole other thing. Those buggers can hide like nobody’s business. They seriously got in the nooks and crannies of the boat. Left with little option, we had to spray them out with a hose. It worked! I hated traumatizing them like that but it had to be done. We got five of them, but one bugger held strong (We had named him Scar by then. I hate to say it but he was kind of ugly). We set up our dog’s old prison cage (crate), with a litter box, toys, food, water, and a box to hide/sleep in. They freaked out at first and Theo was kind of upset, but everyone got use to the arrangement eventually. We found out all the kittens were females (sorry for the name, Scar). Two went right away to my dad’s friend at work. Those kittens were not domesticated at all, which made me nervous, but it was good to have two kittens safe in a home. We set out to make the other three kittens more human-friendly. It was a slow process, but we persevered.
Scar was still giving us the runaround. Every time she came out to play with her mom, she ran away before we could catch her. It took me a week, but I finally caught her one day when instead of running away, she ran to Theo for protection. Wrong move! Bwahahaha.
The kittens are now 9 weeks old and my dad is getting fed up so he threatens to give them to a high-kill shelter (by this point I have called every no-kill shelter and cat sanctuary within 2 hours from me and no one will take these kittens in. Most of them said we would have to get them spayed and get their shots before they would ever consider taking them and still it would not be guaranteed. That would have cost us 100’s of dollars. We didn’t have it. So I made a last ditch plea to my facebook friends. I also signed up for kitten facebook pages. I didn’t want to post on Craigslist though because of all the horror stories of using kittens as dog-fight bait.
I finally got a hit from my old doctor/cousin-in-law, who knew a doctor who had a friend who wanted two kittens. He loves cats and had a few throughout the years. Wow, that was a huge weight off my shoulders. Then my friend at work got the go-ahead from her fiancé to pick one. They already have a cat, so at least the kitten will have a playmate. Thank goodness the other 4 went with their siblings. Then we had one left and three people interested. She finally went to my coworker’s friends. And it was a clean sweep!
And so it was time to get Theo ready to come inside the house with the rest of our herd. We got her spayed and got her shots. We are still assimilated her with Castiel and Bosco. It’s a slow process, but it’s going. Now my allergies are getting worse but whatever. Everyone found a home and it was a Happily Ever After. That’s all that matters.
And that, my friends, has been my past 3 weeks.