Who hoo! Caught another one. This cat looks Siamese and is beautiful, it’s such a shame that I can’t adopt it out. A big cat too, barely fits in the trap. When finally got Tuxi out and it was ready to set it up again, there was this yellow cat out there. I don’t think is part of the colony. Who knows? I’m probably just feeding the whole damn cat neighborhood.
This kitty wasn’t as wild as Tuxi – that’s what I named the black and white cat (short for Tuxedo). I figured if I’m going to go broke feeding them for the next decade, I might as well name them. She was a girl, but not the mommy. But she was in heat so I got her just in the nick of time.
Tuxi was pretty mellow on the way home. Didn’t make a peep. I even got to pet her. I couldn’t get her out of the trap when I got her home. But I needed the trap so I had to reach in at grab her (at my own risk). She finally turned at my coaxing and came the rest of the way on her own into the dog crate. She must have gotten her mojo back about 2 hours later because she made at attempt (pathetic and drugged as she was), to start growling and hissing at me again.
Tomorrow’s breakfast should be interesting. They told me to only put in about 1/8 of a cup of food tonight and I’m sure she’ll be hungry in the morning. Glove time.
Sad thing is, I saw two more kittens that I didn’t even know about. They are about 2 or 3 months old and I don’t know where they are hiding. I’d like to catch them before they become too feral but I don’t know where the heck I’d put them anyway unless the 2 baby kittens are adopted by then.
Anyone know how to put a hex on someone. I have his name. He came back last night to get something, opened the garage door and all the cats ran up there. That’s where they were used to getting shelter. It was sad. So a neighbor went over and asked him when he was going to come and get his cats and he said, “they’re not mine”. So they’re back here hiding under my shed and in my makeshift cathouses.
Anyone know how to put a hex on someone. I have his name. He came back last night to get something, opened the garage door and all the cats ran up there. That’s where they were used to getting shelter. It was sad. So a neighbor went over and asked him when he was going to come and get his cats and he said, “they’re not mine”. So they’re back here hiding under my shed and in my makeshift cathouses.
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