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CynthiaWVirginia -> RE: I Admit It I........ (5/30/2013 1:59:19 PM)
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Edited to add...I used fast reply.
I admit I came to the I Admits looking for updates on Liam.
I admit I'm miffed at bo's neighbors. The unreasonable wench is going to probably let the kitten I don't adopt...die. They don't feed their numerous cats (none are spayed or neutered and the numbers are growing exponentially), give them just a few scraps and expect them to catch mice and eat bugs and get their water down at the creek. bo was told by them to stop feeding "their" momma cat because they want her and her kitten to stop coming to his porch. (Without being fed, she chose his porch to give birth and raise her kittens, the only batch of her kittens to have SURVIVED.)
Btw, I am welcome to adopt the mother cat too. Her third baby is only 8 weeks and it too young to hunt on his own without training, and I feel he won't survive without his mother. I offered to spay her if bo can keep her as a porch cat until I can take her home in maybe two months, and then re-home her with someone else...this is when they said I can spay her, but bo needs to stop feeding her if she's going to stay on bo's porch, because they want that kitten over at their house (right next door). Their other cats' kittens had seven survivors but they NEED this one too. (Keep in mind that they told us to drown the entire batch soon after they were born.)
I admit that having bo's tires slashed for the next twenty years or having his house accidentally catch on fire isn't worth it for one small kitten (Hatfield and McCoy territory here and yep, the mentality still exists). So I'm pissed off but plan to just eat dirt over this entire issue. The neighbors don't know cats very well if they think the mother will give up her territory (the porch) just because the food is removed. (Which it won't be. Only the canned food. The kitten chow will remain, just as I had planned on, for about two months while we wean them off of it and back onto hunting for their own food.)
I admit it is hard to let go of something that was MINE. Their female cats are going to be taken for a one way trip soon and I don't know if it's to the pound or just down some lone country road. This would be so easy if they weren't insistent on adopting that third kitten (male). If they would feed him, I'd take his mom to save her life. Instead, I'm trying to juggle two lives and hold off on intervention to avoid making bo's life miserable.
I admit that four of my cats are geriatric. One old girl, Angel, is 19 or 20. The last kitten I adopted (at least three years ago) was Willow. She was at death's door for a long time and did not have anything like a normal kittenhood...she missed out on the play fights, pouncing, sheer joyfulness of movement and hyperactivity. I hope the new kittens and her all get along and she gets some playground time, so to speak, before I finally gift her to my mother. Mom has some serious coveting issues over my Willow...mom's ancient cat, Beauty, had to be put down last year and mom has been lonely, wanting another furbaby, and has her heart set on adopting Willow (MY little baby...).
I admit...being a cat lover makes life complicated sometimes. (But at least my house doesn't have rats or mice, lol.)
I admit...I'm going offline now to play more of my Pokémon Rumble Blast on my Nintendo 3DS. (Yay! I'm still ahead of my son. If I can only catch a Salamence, one of the dragons, before my son can...I'll have neener neener rights for several weeks.)
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