It's A Cats Life
The cat population continues to grow here on my mountain. I am beginning to suspect that Garfield may be the father of all the kittens. The adult females seem to dislike him.
There is a duo that came around just yesterday. They look alike, one smaller than the other, like a mini-me situation. These poor skinny cats are so ugly. Just no other way to describe them. They are predominately black with every other fur color there is splotched all over them. All the cats have patches of yellow (the Cat Whisperer calls the color red, but he is wrong) from Garfield. I called the new ones Marble and Mini Marble. The neighbor's cat shows up to eat, as well. She is a nice gray cat with a fluffy tail. Her name is Fluffy (I wouldn't have named her that, she looks like a Penelope to me, but she is not mine).
The two females, Marble and Mousey Tongue tried to gang up on Garfield while I was up the embankment trimming tree limbs. The were yowling and hissing at him and would swipe at him with a front paw. I yelled at Mousey Tongue and told her to cut it out. She must know her name! She stopped immediately and turned on Marble, chasing her into the woods!
The raccoons have not been around lately. Maybe the big one cut his finger on the chicken wire .... Whatever, they are no longer tearing up the stuff on the screened porch.
Sounds like trapping them and getting them fixed is the thing to do otherwise they will continue to reproduce. Momcat was trapped in a live trap. Two of her boys finally trusted me enough that I could snatch them up and put in a carrier before they knew what was happening. The third one I had to use the live trap.
ReplyDeleteThe only one we can come close to catching is Garfield, who is now friendly enough to wind around my legs. The other dozen will need to be trapped. And if there are more that haven't shown up, well it is the never-ending cycle.
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