You all know the saga of the neighbor cats who have been coming over, some taking up residence, some going back and forth; I catch them as I can and get them spayed/neutered, but unfortunately every time I thought Tuffy was becoming tamed enough to catch, she’d get wild again and disappear.
So last night she had four kittens in one of the straw-filled insulated boxes on the porch. A tuxedo, a tabby with white, and two solid brown tabbies. (The tabbies aren’t a surprise. I have NO idea where the tuxedo is from.)
So I’m off in a bit to go to PetCo and get a much bigger crate for her, and hopefully I can get her set up in the barn, where she’ll be safer. I’m just about beside myself, honestly. Affording the ones I already have, and the ones who show up, is hard enough without another group in the mix, and though most of my friends have cats, finding these guys homes will be hard. Add in the fact that until about 2 weeks ago I thought Tuffy was a boy, and I am feeling all kinds of blindsided at the moment. Especially since my vet’s office is setting up appointments a month out, and though my vet’s wife told me they will let me bring them in whenever, the desk staff never seem to get that notice . . .
I need chocolate and a winning lottery ticket, not necessarily in that order.
Big hugs to you. Take things one day at a time and you’ll get through it. Hopefully Tuffy will do most of the work and you won’t have to do much once they’re set up in the barn.
