I HAVE TOO MANY CATS!
Due to my inability to say "no," we have TOO MANY CATS!
Allow me to tell the tale of Katzenengel and the nine cats:
- Harry & Richard were six years old when they drove cross-country with Mrs. V. and me in 2000. I got them when they were eight weeks old.
- Our first feral cat had kittens in our basement on 9/11/01. We kept two from that litter: Petey & Toby.
- Daddy was a torn-up, starving stray who let himself be befriended over time, and I finally brought into the house. We eventually found he has asthma.
- Cocoa was a tiny kitten dropped off at the vet's office on a day when Daddy was getting a shot. I offered to take her, to find her a foster home. But on the day I was to take her there, Mrs. V., who had been very ill and was recovering, had bonded with her and I couldn't take her away.
- And almost two years ago, another feral - a dilute tortie named Ringtail who is too smart to be trapped - had a litter. She had one orange tabby, one dilute tortie, one black & brown tabby, and one all black kitten. Intending to socialize the kits and find them home, I succeeded in trapping only two. We were unable to socialize them, but they became semi-friendly and remain members of the household. Their names are Skittles & Charley (aka Charley Girl). That makes eight.
- Number nine is Moose (aka Ginger), the orange tabby from that litter.
Now, since we installed a cat door, which remains open all daylight hours, things have gotten better. All the cats go outside, but some stay longer than others.
I love them all and don't resent caring for them; how on earth could I?! But sometimes, god, they are just too much.
As much as I worry about my ferals when we go on vacation, it is REALLY nice to get away . . .
Shocked?