2 Down, 1 To Go

 I got Chunky Monkey trapped this morning and he is resting in one of my spare bedrooms.  He has grown a lot this past week, He is not quite so chunky but then he is going to be a long hair as well.

The tabby is left and is much larger than Chunky, it's name is Grayson, I though it was neutral not knowing what it is.  This one will be very tough to catch.  The face melts your heart.  I am not sure this one will ever be tamed but time will tell.

Charcoal is so small you would never know the 3 are the same age.

And So It Starts

 Yesterday I finally got the runt trapped.  Surgery is today and then the socializing/taming starts.  I know I will have my hands full trying to tame the 3 kittens but it will just take time.  The shelters are overflowing and I can not let them back out after being fixed.  I was only going to bring Lila in and adopt out the rest.  I still on planning to see if I can find the kittens homes, but I have a feeling I am going from 1 to 5 in a matter of a few days.  

Lila is such a sweet girl, she lets me pick her up and cuddle her like a baby, she follows me through the yard and if I am not right by her when she is on the porch she follows me and cries.  She is not spoiled.

My tom has been sitting at the front door talking to them.  Once they are in they will be separated from him for a while to socialize them and they will all be fixed along with shots then the slow introductions will start.  I hope it goes well but we are talking cats here.  

Stay tuned for the saga.

Exactly How I Feel

 

My cats live here, they’re here to stay.

You don’t like pets? Be on your way.

They grace my home, my food, my space.

This is their home, this is their place.

You will find fur on every chair,

They'll greet you with a curious stare.

They might approach and sniff your shoe,

A simple 'NO' will send them through.

It baffles me when you proclaim,

How can you live in such a way?

They scratch, they purr, they climb the walls.

WHO ASKED YOU? is what my mind calls.

They love me more than words can say,

Their purrs greet me at the end of the day.

They need just a glance from me,

And come to curl up on my knee.

When I’m down, they sense my blues,

When I’m joyous, they share my cues.

Their whiskers twitch, their eyes gleam bright,

They bring me comfort day and night.

So once again, I tell you true,

‘Come visit me,’ but know this too…

My cats live here, they’re here to stay.

You don’t like pets? Be on your way.

They grace my home, my food, my space,

This is their home, this is their place.

And Then There Were Three

 We are down 2 of the tabby's.  One was hit by a car and the other was a runt and the last I saw it it did not appear to be well.  So we have 2 black one tabby.  There is a black runt and what a pistol this one is, I think it will be the easiest to tame.  There is a chunky black one and it is hesitant but will come around.  The tabby with the sweetest face will be the hardest, very skittish.

Trapping is not going well at all, my anxiety and stress and worry over all of this I am afraid is passing on to them to not cooperate, if they only knew it was for their own good.  Lila I plan on bringing in sometime this week. I have talked to some people and they feel since the kittens are weaned, they know how to get to the food source on their own will come even if Lila is inside.  They have said catch them as you can and as my dad said in a dream You can't save them all.  

My tom has been dealing with allergies this week, lots of sneezing and you can tell he does not feel good. Got some meds and is doing much better, but with me in and out all day and the front door open all day so I can see if they are on the porch I am afraid I have been bringing and letting in the allergens.  Another reason to get them in quickly.

RIP little tabby's, I am sorry I could not save you.