Most people think my mother must be crazy when I tell them she has 22 cats. But she's not one of those hoarders you see on the news.
Two (neutered) indoor cats are her preference. But last year someone dumped off 9 feral cats in her neighborhood and somehow they all found their way to Mother's back yard.
They were skinny and pitiful so she started to feed them. We got some Have-a-Heart traps and were able to catch 7 of the cats which we brought to the vet and had neutered.
But most feral cats are unadoptable. They're too wild. So after neutering– the prevailing wisdom, as explained to me by Dr. Stacy Lambrinos of the Red Fern Veterinary Clinic is to return them to their territory.
So that's what we did and today the cats still live in Mom's back yard– no big deal really. They roam the neighborhood, everyone feeds them and surely they'll soon be in the Guinness Book of World Records for the World's Fattest Feral Cats.
But there were 2 feral cats we simply could not outsmart with the trap. As luck would have it, they were both girls. So of course, this year we had babies. 10 babies.
This one is named Pierre because of his mustache. I think he looks more like Charlie Chaplin but I have no say. Lilly and Emily are the naming committee.
More later, including my mother's ingenious method of trapping the last 2 hold-outs and the plan for adopting these 10 kittens out.
Anybody looking for an adorable little black and white kitten?
Did you know that all kittens have blue eyes when they are born?