We are just about to lure Kirsty into a carrier and take her to the vet to be spayed. She is 2 years old and had her third litter a couple of months back.Until she was expecting this lot, she was totally wild but after months of spending time sitting quietly on our front steps with cat treats, she will now come to me. She is white, scrawny and a bit scabby, poor soul so when I asked Sam for a suggestion as to what to name her , he offered "Crusty". It may well be appropriate but I thought it too cruel and might affect her self-esteem, so she became Kirsty. She now has 3 kittens, a grey and 2 white ones. No idea of their gender so we call the grey one Ashly, as he/she is an ashy grey colour and it is a unisex name. The 2 little white ones are not as fortunate as Sam calls them Mary and Kate (remember the Olsen twins, Ashley and Mary-Kate), saying that their gender was the least of their problems, being feral kittens. We have gauntlet-style gardening gloves and determination.....
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.
My dad has adopted two feral cats. One is distinctly more friendly than the other. Blackie and Whitey lol. Both female and with the aid of a trap borrowed from the Cat's Protection League he's managed to get both spayed. It was a bit of a palaver. I won't bore you with all the details. The punchlines are:
My dad to the receptionist at the vets ... oh no! YOU took the blanket off the cage, YOU move the cage lol
My dad to the doc ... give me the antibiotics for a dog bite then. I've had both and this is worse lol.
No gauntlets needed. She entered the cage voluntarily with the resigned air of one going to the guillotine.Our cats, who hate her, circled, jeering. She is probably pleased to have a rest from the kittens. The vet is also going to take a look at her back leg while she is under the anaesthetic.She attacked a rottweiler who was being walked on a lead by a neighbour. As they passed the garden of an empty house, where she had the kittens,she flew out, snarling.The dog nipped her leg, but didn't break the skin and she has been limping ever since. In her very wild days, she also had a nasty facial injury which has healed leaving her with a strange bunch of hair sprouting from one cheek. Fortunately, neither of the white kittens are blue-eyed, so not deaf.Kirsty herself, like David Bowie, has one green and one blue eye. Last year, we rescued one of her previous litter as she was deaf and managed to get little Aspirini (what Greeks call Aspirin) adopted by a friend who has a safe cat-friendly house. She didn't think much of our naming skills and Aspirini is now 'Misty'.Pffftttt, we thought it suited her very well as she was white and somewhat rotund. Awww, bless your Dad, Tinks!
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.
I do have some pics and will post them when Sam is home as I can never figure out how to do it unless any of you can explain in VERY simple words how to download onto here from Picasa, I'd love to be able to do it.
It's a great pity the right of free speech isn't based on the obligation to say something sensible.
They were pretty disappointed when Sam brought her back a couple of hours ago, Nellie. They'll have to get used to it, it's character-building.
Kirsty was still woozy but seems to be coming round and is walking in a straight line now. The dog had damaged the muscle in her leg, so nothing the vet could do apart from assuring us that nothing is broken and she may, or may not completely recover full movement in it.
The kittens were pleased to see her. We put her in a shady part of the garden as the only alternative , away from our little darlings, would be on one of the balconies and she is so determined that she would probably recover, and jump and injure herself.She's such a tough little tyke.