No more kittens…but here’s a possibility

 

The latest kittens from next door.   Barbara has been featured in this blog before…she is a rough and tumble lady that appeared from thin air long ago; she lived in the now defunct greenhouse across the road.   Not sure where she lives now, she is very illusive.

[all photos ©Sometimes, 2018}

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going next door
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Barbara, an old soldier, three feet, feral, numerous kittens. Bad foot is from being hit by a car, we didn’t know until later.   Approach at yer own risk!
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Little Sister kitten
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Barbara & Son
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Here he is: Little Grey
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Little Grey posing
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beautiful markings
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hmmm…what’s over here?
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Nosy Little Grey

62 thoughts on “No more kittens…but here’s a possibility

    1. I already have five remaining cats, and I really have had it with the scratching furniture and throwing up. Ya just can’t have nice things with pets in the house…at least I can’t seem to.

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      1. My female cat is as territorial as any male, i believe, even after a year with her four sisters and brother. She still doesn’t like it if they get closer than a foot to her and they keep trying to love her up. She’ll have none of it.

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      2. My late Tinkerbell, who checked out in her 19th year (last year) never met another cat that she liked…hated kittens. She did like dogs, and once when I dog-sat my friend’s dog for two weeks, Tink was mad at me for weeks after the dog left.

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      1. Yesterday Daughter drove in and had to chase Barbara and her kids, plus the other congregation, out so she wouldn’t hit any of them. Actually a good lean on the horn discourages them and sets them packing.

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  1. Awwww….Little Grey is so gorgeous. I’d hate to see him all scarred like his poor mum. She, on the other hand, truly is a Rambo Kitty!

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    1. Yes, he is gorgeous, but Son is adamant about “no more cats.” Barbara has been a wild critter since the beginning, we say she is nuts from having so many kittens over the years. The APL tried to catch (and release) her when they did all the others, but Barbara defies capture.
      Once when she got hit by a car a small crowd gathered over by the greenhouse. Someone even knocked on my door. I walked over there, checked her out, not sure it was really her…and as I approached she gave me the double claw with the teeth thing. I said “what??? Is that you Barbara? What in hell are you being so mean about?”
      She came around last night for dinner, but left the kids at home. She had a piece of straw or something sticking out of her mouth, and I reached for it but … no way!
      She did not react negatively yesterday when she and the kits were out in the turn-around…even when I approached the kittens. So I guess that’s progress.

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      1. Trust is such a fragile thing and so hard to build. I guess Barbara learned not to trust humans a very long time ago. You’re probably the closest thing to a ‘good human’ as far as she’s concerned. 😦

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      2. Actually all of the neighbors treat Barbara with respect, allow her to partake of food and water which they set out. They say that some feral cats cant be changed. Barbara arrived hereabouts with at least three other kittens that someone dropped off “out here in the country.” Two of them arrived next door and they named them Isis and Orion. After they matured, Isis had four kittens which my SIL rescued and bottle fed because their mother escaped to the outside wild as soon as she got a chance, and promptly disappeared. Orion had various kittens, and is probably the grandmother of my Sister cat. Orion also met a sad end; she too was adopted and lived in the house next door, but she sat in the bathroom window and cried and howled for months before she too saw the escape route through the front door, and took off. Orion died after being hit by a car and taken to the vet, who had to put her down. sigh

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      3. oh god…every morning at six a.m. Bob leaps onto my bed and insists that I stumble out to the kitchen following him and try to figure out what he wants. Invariably it involves one of the cats locked up, outside cats begging at the door, or a food and/or water dish needs attendance. I told him this morning he is a pain in the ass. He knows…thanks.

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      4. LOL Pearl sleeps on my bed, sometimes Dottie. Bob only trots in when he needs to wake me up. Toby will come in an complain if I don’t turn the alarm off in good time.

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      5. Tinkerbell used to smack me in the face with her tail when she was mad at me. Pearl prefers annoying me by tickling my face with her whiskers. I regularly expel Bob from the room in the morning at dawn when he thinks I should get up and play “guess-the-chore” with him.

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      6. I do have a relationship with animals, even the storied tom the bad-ass ” Rambo…who was unapproachable although he did not seem as fearful of me, and I always talked nicely to him.

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      7. I heard that animals will only allow certain people to see them. I have pics of deer within 20 or 30 feet, and possums and raccoons (individually and together) on my deck within eight feet. Raccoons are not afraid, and are adorable, but I refrain from putting out food at night because it is against the law to feed wild animals…and also I may be crazy, but I’m not stupid enough to actually get involved with a wild animal.

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      8. I’d love to see a raccoon! We do get possums though, and the odd kangaroo. Plus there’s a fox that makes his rounds at twilight and pre-dawn every day. I have to make sure there’s no food out coz that fox could eat my little part-chihuahua dog in one bite.

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      9. no that’s an opossum, its a marsupial…they don’t do any damage, but the raccoons can be real nuisances for getting into things. I have another pic of the opossum with a baby on its back, I’ll dig it out

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      10. Before I met these guys in person (gals, actually,) I thought they were entirely different looking. I honestly did not know what that first possum was. My husband was a farmer, and waged a many decades long battle with groundhogs.

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      1. title was “bringinghttps://mumbletymuse.com/2018/07/28/bringing-down-the-trees-a-study-in-accuracy-precision/
        down the trees…” published last week. There are a lot of photos.

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      2. Well, now the field looks like it did back when my husband had it ready to plant after he plowed and disked it. That was twice as much actual land, as I built my new house in the middle of the corn field. The landscaping trees were planted by the company my son worked for, long time friends. I didn’t want to sell at that time, and bouncing along on that big tractor mowing convinced me to allow the land to be used until I decided to sell it or whatever. So the blooming trees had the esthetic appeal, but I didn’t really have any attachment to them. Now the huge, 100-year-old trees from the tree line is something else. This whole area is heavily treed and the bare lot sticks out like a sore thumb. I now see that they got it all ready to plant grass, but the weeds and wild grasses etc. coming up now are probably not what they had in mind. Then, too, Daughter’s acreage remains in back, and still maintains both some of the first landscaping trees AND the old growth.

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      3. definitely, in fact Bob needs to be snipped. His disability isn’t a problem since he is a male, but the cerebella dysplasia condition is said to cause anesthesia problems in females.

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      4. I never saw an opossum until the first one that showed up on my deck. Apparently they are fairly common in this part of the country, and is the only marsupial native to the US. Don’t quote me on that, it isn’t well researched by me.

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    2. There was a black and white feral that came around for years…he is Peggy’s father, probably, and definitely my Bob’s Dad…he looks just like him down to the lightning streak on his back. I named him Rambo because he beat up all the other neighborhood toms.

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      1. I have some pics of him someplace. He got so that he didn’t run when I talked to him. Rambo and Barbara were the only ones that defied capture by the humane society’s catch-neuter-release project.

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      2. yep, that’s me; born on Friday the 13th…good luck. My Pearl is all black, her brother Toby is a tabby; her brother Patrick a black n white; her brother Panthrow a grey. (Their mother was all black like Pearl, quite the lady of the neighborhood.)

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      3. promiscuity of cats is extensive; the sires of each of the four kittens I mentioned are obvious. My little Bob (not so little, bigger than his Mom Peggy,) is a copy of his Dad Rambo.

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