Showing posts with label old bats. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old bats. Show all posts

Thursday, September 10, 2009

NEW CATS AND OLD BATS




I am beset by a plague of kittens.

This is the "way back" of my clown car.

Granted... it is an adorable plague if you have to have one. But a problem none the less.




I went to the deli for a mocha... because life never begins before 6 shots... and I'm not talking Tequilla... and these little poops went along for the ride. I was oblivious. .



I came out with my caffiene in hand... smiling for the first time that day. There, under the car next to mine, peeking out for the greatest big eye affect... were these kittens. It took me 45 minutes to capture the entire lot. My mocha was cold and my clothes looked like I was moonlighting as a grease monkey.




I have two old bats in my park that love to make my life a misery. They are good at it.





I get home, after doing my cat rescue to a note on my door. It read:



"Get rid of you cats! Pat and me is tired of it."

(Yes, the grammar made me shudder!)





Pat is a guy a bit older than me. He's okay most of the time. But he is a victim of the old bats too. I don't blame Pat. It is likely he is not involved in the note at all.



So here is the deal. The other old bat and Pat... for that matter... feed whatever stray shows up here. We are at the very end of town and cats are dumped here all the time.


I am also guilty of feeding them from time to time. Anyway, one had kittens on my porch. We have fed her and the kittens and tried to socialize the fur balls. Feral cats are hard to give away or get rid of... so getting them people ready is a big plus.


The current belief seems to be that I hav
e been having kittens just to piss off Old Bat #1. Ah... no. I just want them to be healthy and to find them homes, which does take time. I think she would like me to put them in a gunny sack and drop them off the bridge. She's sort of old school evil like that.


Here is the irony. Old Bat #2 has a bazillion cats that are not fixed and are everywhere
. You cannot drive into this park without having to stop for a cat or two. Why is it okay for her to have a bazillion and not for me to try to keep 8 babies healthy long enough to give them to reponsible people who will get them fixed and make sure they have shots and see a vet?


Sheesh!!!!





This is Puck. HE is my only real cat.




Have a great day folks!