There was a time I had to put a feral cat down after being crushed, getting ran over, by someone. It still haunts me. I wanted the cat to know love and that all humans aren't bad. You never get over killing anything if you have an high emotional intelligence.
So, the school I work at had a pair of feral cats move on campus while the kids were virtual. One of the teachers had been working on taming/catching them. Both my brother and I warned that once the kids came back the school would have to remove the cats.
Fast forward to a few half-hearted attempted to catch them by teacher (I get the feeling she really didn’t want to take them LOL), someone called and reported the cats.
Now the staff is pissed, trying to find the ‘snitch.’ But seriously people, you had months to catch and remove the cats from campus. Why the surprise and outrage? What did you think was going to happen once the kids were on campus? I’m fairly certain a kid randomly mentioned the cats to a parent and the parent called it in.
#personal #if I were the one in charge of this the cats would've already been trapped and neutered #staff is bitter the school will remove feral cats but not native animals #also they hate the geese #but they're protected by law so LOL #(school is next to a pond basin)
The straw that breaks the camel’s back has been broken.
I will start out by saying that technically, we don’t own this cat. And we are a VERY busy family. As I’ve said before, I have the worst insomnia. Also, my dad stopped driving last year. So, with everyone else busy/unable, I had every intention of taking the cat in to get it fixed. (We’ve also had a family emergency this past month and car issues.)
It sounded so easy.
So, yesterday, someone in my family comes in with a box. The box has two kittens. The kittens are outside for hours because I called the pet adoption place and they said, naturally 3 week (a guess. eyes open, tails up, but still tiny) old kittens still need their mother’s milk. So, worried sick because it was raining with flash flood warnings, I got to check on them periodically.
Then, at somewhere around five AM, this furry (redacted) brings up a third. I wait a while and go out and see...five kittens in the box. FIVE.
So, mama Yoda is being a good mama and I leave her be. I get up at the crack of 11:30 am and after my morning routine, go out and check on them. All 5 still there. Upon further thought and every maternal instinct I have kicking in, I do what I always wanted and “kitten proof” some of the slats in our deck by tying up cardboard to them. All I can think is anything can happen. Also, I probably have general anxiety disorder. This whole mess looks ghetto as heck, but it’s better than me feeling sad over a dead kitten when I could’ve prevented it maybe. Edit: Now considering taking them down because I don’t want to get yelled at/lectured. Yes, I’m 36. No, I don’t get treated like an adult. >_>
So, in a couple weeks, we’ll make an attempt at catching Yoda and the babies, getting her fixed and letting the adoption place ship them off to new homes.
Thanks for joining me in this dumb stupid, dumb, stupid dumb journey that could’ve easily been prevented with some foresight and motivation and I pray it’s over with soon.
Also, trying to prevent naming this batch so I don’t get attached, but Suki, Yue and Hakoda are all on the table. May name them when they’re finally in the shelters hands so they can be told apart and whatever. There’s a beautiful black/white striped one that’s a perfect fit to be named Yue if it’s female. Keeping with the Avatar theme. Their older brother Sokka (or Aang, but I’m pretty sure it’s Sokka. Aang was submissive.) has been hanging out on the deck with them. I know cats don’t “babysit”, but I feel like he’s semi-protecting them. Except he bonked “not Yue” on the head earlier.
Lastly, Aang and Zuko either ran away or got eaten by something, sadly to say. Zuko was my favorite and I’ll really miss him.
Edit: It’s insane over here. So I come out to the kitchen to watch them, to find one missing. I’m like what the frick and feel like crying, thinking it died suddenly.
Keep watching, and later one falls of the deck steps. I try to hustle to go find it. It tried to get away, obvi, but I caught it. And behind me I hear “KKTT!!” That is, kitten spitting. I’m like, no way. #5 is in the brush, alive and seemingly fine. So I pick it up, talking to them in the mom voice and make the trek up the stairs in the dark with a flashlight. I do a head count and yes, it is 5. I was afraid a different one had fallen when I wasn’t looking. I find it perplexing Yoda didn’t rescue either, but maybe because I was in the way. Oops.
So, gonna go back to kitten proofing the deck somehow. Family can be mad at me all they want. Maybe. IDK. Edit: Tore it off. I didn’t want to rock the boat and make things worse. Yoda took them away presumably to either get them in the shade or away from me.
#CATS Musical #CATS the Musical #CATS on Tour #(German Tent Tour) #Alonzo#my posts #listen if i have to have black and white alonzo i want giant fuck off spiked dog collar black and white alonzo #had to chain the cat to the fence because he *will* bite #feral dog energy if you will