Day 176; Footnotes Reminder to Self, Kittens Have Sharp Teeth

 There I was, sitting here in my chair, scrolling through the many offerings of those I enjoy reading and seeing their photos when I happened to glance out the window. The kittens were on the back steps. I had to do it, I just had to go out there. Sneaking through the house I made my way to the back porch. The kitchen window is open and its amazing what those cats can hear so even at my sneakiest, mom cat was not surprised when I showed up at the door. She headed for escape leaving the kittens looking after her like “What??” I slowly and carefully eased the door open. As I stepped out onto the top step they realized what was happening and ran. One nearly getting ran down in the stampede. It showed its anger by bowing up and hissing loudly, unaware of my approach.

I quickly reached down…Kittens have incredibly razor sharp teeth. Kitten swung around and bit me on the finger. But that was it, afterwards it simply lay there in my hand letting me pet it softly on the head and back. I held this kitten for ten or fifteen minutes before placing it back down on the ground. When I did it stood there for a minute as if thinking “Now what do I do?” before walking away toward the hole in the wall. At the time, I thought it was the kitten my son had tagged as Squishy, I was wrong. I looked out a few moment later and realized I had too many kittens in the backyard. It had to be from the litter under my bathroom. If it was, it had done a lot of walking to get from one end of the house to that opening. Soon though it disappeared, leaving me thinking it had gone back under the house trying to find its way back to the rest. If there are more, currently I have no idea.


My son called me this afternoon wanting to know if I wanted to meet him at a local restaurant. With him paying, of course. I started out to meet him only to get stopped and turned around. There had been an accident in a curve on my route. Word I heard later is the driver was okay, I hope they were correct in that. As it was, I needed to call my son and let him know of the delay. Finally on my arrival we managed to have a good meal, an enjoyable time, and I didn’t have to cook or clean. According to what ever app my son was checking, the road was still blocked from the truck so we had to take the long way home. Or at least I did. He stopped at a small store and I went on. When he finally got home he told me he was able to come the usual way because they had gotten the truck moved, but they only had one lane open as the worked to clean up the mess. (It was a trash truck that flipped)


I had gotten a message from a friend abut the feral cats between mine and my folk’s place, so I called them. We had a long, lovely conversation about cats and animals in general that people dump. About cats, the dangers they face and the females having litter after litter if not altered. I’m hoping that we can find a way to get these taken care of, even if it means them staying here. At least there would be no additions to the numbers and they would be safer.Some how or other, in the middle of the conversation, my son came walking into this room carrying the kitten- or its stunt double-that bit me earlier. This time though it was calm, quiet and relaxed. It didn’t seem to mind being held at all. After looking at the photo my son took, I told him that kitten’s name was Boots. He looked perplexed until I told him to look at the kitten’s eyes in that photo and then think Shrek. He just looked at me and shrugged. Personally I think Boots is a better name that Squishy but then what do I know?


The thing is, it is our responsibility to take care of animals. ALL animals. We are supposedly the superior species, even though I sometimes wonder. Still yet, we should in the very least, do no harm. That includes dumping animals because you no longer want them. Because they are pregnant and you don’t want to deal with a litter. Because, because, because..they still depend on you. If you got them from anywhere, brought them into your family, they are your responsibility. I took on these now not so stray cats the first time I fed them. When I made sure they have water. When I make sure the dogs don’t get out to chase them. It is my responsibility to see about getting them altered so as not to repeatedly increase the cat population.


 Both of my dogs were spayed as soon as they met requirements. I knew I didn’t want to deal with litters of puppies, no matter how cute they are. I wanted to do what was best for my girls and their health. I want to do the same for the cats down at my folks and in my back yard. It may take a while to get them all taken care of, since I still have to be careful money wise. But it will get done. For their sake.

Boots

About rebecca s revels

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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2 Responses to Day 176; Footnotes Reminder to Self, Kittens Have Sharp Teeth

  1. Dia Jae says:

    That’s a cute kitten. I wish I could adopt them all, get the mom fixed and such! I’m a sucker for animals. I tell people I’m likely to get killed by hugging something I’m not supposed to. LOL I’m glad you had a nice day. 😊

    • Thank you. There is someone working to help me get them all spayed and neutered. It may take a while- I know it will with my finances, but then they will be safer and healthier and I won’t need to worry about this beginner colony expanding. At least not by them 😉

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