Here kitty kitty…trust me okay?

So, yeah, it appears I have become the reluctant cat lady. Reluctant because I do not have the means to take care of them as they need. Reluctant because I don’t want to get attached only for them to disappear as is what usually happens. I know because I grew up in this very house, and now have lived here for the past thirty two years. In that time, I have seen untold numbers of stray cats come and go. I really don’t want that to happen with these cats.

 Looking at the three I have dubbed the Three Mousekateers, its obvious they are related. Their markings are almost identical and they are very close in size. There is an almost solid black cat that is a little older than they are. She may have come from the litter prior to the one they were from.


 The black one spends most of her time down at mom and dad’s place next door. She does come up a couple times a day to see if there is anything to eat. The three only share if they are finished and no longer hungry. 

One thing I find humorous is that they will sit out on my back steps and look in the windows watching me. I would have to say they are trying to let me know their bowls are empty and they want fed. I’m being control and ruled over by cats that aren’t officially mine. How sad is that?

Because yes, I do go feed them. I feed them because I am trying to get them to trust me. I want them to know I mean them no harm. My goal is to tame them enough, get them trusting enough, that I can find them homes. Homes where they will be safe and loved and taken care of as they should. Not living under a house where they may be out of the wind and rain, I just have no idea how warm it is under there. Or safe.

 In the past I have managed to befriend strays. One of our past cats was from a litter of strays that a rescue group took and found homes for. The mom unfortunately was hit by a car and killed. We found her body and buried her in our pet cemetery. She would allow us to pet and love on her, she would get in my lap outside as long as she wasn’t restrained in any way, but she would not come inside. I had named her Sugar, her kitten that we kept was a calico we named Gypsy, who was as sweet as her mom.

There was a male that showed up one day as a tiny tuxedo kitten. Brave critter, unafraid of anything. We named him Grits. He would come inside and stretch out. His purrs were so loud they vibrated through the rooms. By the time I had talked my husband into letting me get him altered, it was too late. He also was hit and killed a mile from the house. 

There are also stray dogs and coyote around. If you have never heard a pack of coyote get stirred up, be glad. That is an eerie, frightening sound in the middle of the night.

There are also a good variety of bird of prey around here.

Add disease and constant pregnancies and the cats just don’t live long. I don’t want that for these cats.

So I give them a dependable food and water source. I haven’t tried to keep them out from under the house even though I wonder if they are tearing anything up under there. (If and when I get these taken care of, I’m blocking that hole) 

Now we’re pretty sure that the black kitten is pregnant. There was a huge, bully of a yellow cat following her around. There was also a ginormous, fluffy grey cat as well. But most likely the yellow is dad if in fact she is expecting.

As far as the three, I don’t know. I haven’t seen or heard any reason to believe, but that means nothing. Other than my mission is growing.

 We have at least one maybe pregnant cat, maybe more. Which means more kittens. Which means my challenge is greater.

The good thing is that the black kitten/cat trusts mom and dad. Who are feeding it every day. 

So other than feeding them and providing water, I have been talking to them constantly. I know they hear me through the window as they stop and watch. I talk to them as I put food out.My son and I have been going outside more.Today I sat out on the back step for an extended time. One actually came out from under the house and watched me right up until I tried to take a photo.

I know it will take time. I know I have to be patient. I just hope I can do this and don’t run out of time and something happens to them. So if anyone has any suggestions, I’m listening.

Yes, all the photos were shot through the windows as its the only way currently to get photos of them.

About rebecca s revels

A wife, a mother, a full time employee. A writer, a photographer, a cancer survivor. An adventurer of the mild kind, a lover of the simple pleasures such as long walks and chocolate. A Christian unashamed of my faith and a friend who is dependable and will encourage readily. Author of three self published books with more waiting to find their way to paper. An advocate of good things, a fighter against wrongs.
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