Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Because We're Lesbians...

...we've acquired yet another cat. This one is a stray that was waiting for us in the yard when we got back from vacation yesterday. A vacation, by the way, that truly rocked out loud. A vacation which has left us fantasizing about quitting our jobs and living on the beach with our ducks.

So anyway, about the cat...

I'm pretty sure it's the offspring of the feral cat that had a litter of kittens under our landlord's abandoned truck last year. This one, as Bob is my witless, will stay an outdoor cat. Not like Mrs. Foot, who merely pretended to be an outdoor cat to lull us into complacency and then moved indoor with a vengeance, taking over our bed and the sofa, and intimidating the dogs into snivelling cowards.

This new cat has an appointment to get spayed next week (Hey guys! I'm going to the vet to get tutored!) to prevent the inevitable litter of kittens to follow, which would cause us to have twenty feral cats living on our porch and put us in the position of trying to give them away to our friends and neighbors, leave them anonymously in baskets on stranger's doorsteps, and maybe put a few in the drop boxes of the library and post office.

Oh...and Pickle got bit on her head by a spider last night and has a vet appointment too, since her head is all bloated and she looks pathetic and even weirder than normal...which is saying a lot for Pickle.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

I don't even know where to start . . . Oh hell! I'll just say when Grizz got bit on the head he looked like a gargoyle. Is that what Pickles looks like? (A Pickoyle?) Robin

Kwach said...

Pickle looks like one of those cartoon characters with the big lump on its head and the birds circling around it. The good news is that it's going down a bit. The bad news is that it was probably a brown recluse.

Anonymous said...

We had porch kitties, too, a couple of years ago. Actually, more accurately, under-the-house kitties that eventually meandered up to the front porch. Three identical gray tabbies. Convinced they were going to remain outdoor and feral, we provided food for them and named them Huey, Dewey and Louie. Not that they cared. Soon, we had Huey, Dewey and Gooey -- we live on a busy street. Then Dewey wandered off and seldom returned, then never returned. I suspect he went off to another house. Huey stuck around and allowed brief petting sessions during mealtime, but eventually wandered off, too. We were catless for about 6 months when one day Huey came back, but with a different look. An ear was perfectly snipped at the tip. A straight edge, not some cat fight tear. Someone told me, and I later checked it out, that vets will snip or nick a feral cat's ear after spaying or neutering it. I suspect that's what happened. And Huey then became Clipper, and we then realized Clipper was a she, not a he. She's very affectionate, and I do think she's been spayed because she hasn't brought kittens around. We're grateful for that. And, we have two massive German shepherds who love to stick their big heads out of the front door at Clipper's mealtimes, where they stare at one another and, on occasion, come nose to noses. So, it seems as if she's here to stay and I think she's friendly enough to place in a carrier, then haul to the vet to get some shots and a little looksee. After all, she should be healthy if she's eventually going to come in and formally meet the dogs. - AvatarNot

Ev said...

The porch cat, who we've named Charleston but will almost certainly end up as "Chuck", is fearless with the dogs. She finds Pickle a little irritating but not scary, and she barely notices Sage and Cooper.

So far, she's content to roam the yard and sleep under the grill or on the woodpile. She doesn't so much want to come in as she wants someone to sit outside and pet her all day.

Kwach said...

On another note, last year's ducks have built a nest and laid a clutch of eggs in the neighbor's burn pile and have decided to sit on them. Apparently they've been sitting on them all week (when they weren't waddling the neighborhood single file, getting acquainted with all the other neighbors and begging for food). There's no male anymore, so we told the neighbor to pitch the eggs and go ahead and burn his burn pile, but he doesn't seem to get the "no male" thing and he's decided to let her sit on them awhile longer. I wonder if he has children?

BTW, nice to see you Avatar! What's new with you?