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All three cats - Ivy and Quazi in the grass and Mama on the fence. |
Most of you already know that I have two cats (Ivy and Quazi). And most of you probably know that after we came home from Santa Fe, we had another cat living in our back yard. Since she was nursing and since I was trying to get her to bring the kittens around so we could a) socialize them and hopefully get them adopted and b) get them all fixed, I started feeding her some food whenever she came around (which tended to be at 7:30 am and 7:30 pm). Unfortunately I think two of the kittens may have died (it's been 2 weeks since I've seen them)[
Update at 9:30 on 7/26: At least one of the other kittens is also still alive - I saw it this morning, but it is uber-scared of the humanoids; there won't be any getting close to that one for a while]. So which means that in about another 2 weeks I'll be catching the feral cat (Mama) and the remaining baby to get them fixed.
The biggest problem with feeding Mama is that my cats don't like each other, much less other cats. Ivy is a bitch, and Quazi is a bully. Though he's a selective bully - he tends not to harass other black cats nearly as much as those that are other colors; plus he tends to be pretty good around kittens - he doesn't like them, but he won't attack them either. And while Quazi will actually follow after cats, Ivy tends to leave them alone, as long as they don't come near her.
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Ivy |
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Mama - this is the closest I'm allowed, and yes, I was carrying food - otherwise she runs the other direction. |
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Kitten - a very bad photo. He's scared of the camera so I can't get all that close. On the plus side, he's much less scared of us. |
2 comments:
Pretty little kitten. We once had a feral cat and we had to take it to be 'fixed'. It was such a thin scrawny thing. Trying to catch it was no easy job but we did manage and saved her from further pregnancies. I'm not a great cat lover never having had one but couldn't let it keep getting pregnant.
My mother-in-law always has at least one feral mama cat living under her shed (it is a massive shed that is about a foot off the ground). She called animal control to come get the last family after my father-in-law passed away. He had been feeding them and she ended up with about 5 feral cats that were terrified of humans but had become dependent on handouts (plus my mother-in-law does not like animals). I have to restrain myself to not feed them when I'm here. I do always put out a plastic water container weighted with a rock near where the water runs off the shed (so hopefully it will fill up again when it rains). Wish we were here long enough at a time to get them fixed.
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