I’d feel somewhat guilty. I can’t though.
There’s been a veritable parade of cats through my backyard in the last few months. Being surrounded on three sides by dog households (no issues, I love dogs) has forced the peace-loving cats into my yard.
There’s a lot of….er……cat-lovin’ going on in my yard after hours. And during hours. All hours even.
I wouldn’t really have a problem with this if the end result wasn’t a batch of kittens.
There seems to be a low amount of cat infertility in my neighborhood.
That being said, there’s one cat that already pushed some youngsters out. I happened to see her, and she’s pregnant AGAIN. So, I did what any law abiding citizen would do: I bought a live trap.
I set it up last Sunday – and caught my first offender overnight: FAT HEAD.
This little bastard has been around FOREVER. He’s got a fat head, which is probably why I call him FAT HEAD. He’s been knocking up the chickadees for a while now. He’s a crafty little guy, but apparently the temptation of a can of Nine Lives held more sway than he was ready for. He also has an ugly fat head, did I mention that? He’s one of the ugliest cats i think I’ve seen.
So, he got picked up on Monday. Yay, Animal Services! I heard he put up a fight, but I wasn’t there to see it.
On Tuesday morning, I saw the pregnant bitch camped out on one of my benches. So again, out went the trap.
Ta-Da!!
Offender: CAT SLUT
Cat Slut has been around a while. She’s skittish enough that she’s never been caught. I took some of the last round of her kittens to the animal shelter once they got old enough. Bitch. She’s pregnant now and I knew I had to catch her before she popped another litter. I called Animal Services and left a message that evening, and fed and watered her (as I did Fat Head) and they picked her up the following day.
My last few days have been blissfully cat-free in the backyard. Nobody tells you that you have to watch out for this shit when you buy a house.