So, if you know us, you know we have a thing for cats.
But I think it’s safe to say we’ve taken things to an unhealthy level.
We recently decided to adopt Smalls.
We found him outside our house a month or so ago, and took care of him. And put him on Craigslist. Cause that was the logical thing to do.
And at the first response of interest, we were both like “No, you can’t have him. Never mind.”
He’s basically perfect. And I’ve always wanted an orange kitty.
So now we have three cats.
Sometimes I wonder what we were thinking. But then they snuggle us all night and I remember.
But here’s where things get complicated.
Meet Mama cat.
She started all of this.
When we first moved into this house, she greeted my pregnant self with her pregnant self. We were basically best friends.
I had my baby, and she had hers, but we didn’t know how many or where they were or if they survived.
A couple months later, we found them in our backyard. Two sweet kittens. Brother cat and sister cat. Could never catch them, but we fed them. For months.
Then, months later, those kittens made kittens of their own. ( I know, it’s off. A little too much sibling love for me.)
The sister was pregnant, then one day she wasn’t. We figured they had died or something cause they were incest kitties.
But then Mark found a sweet little orange kitty with sister in the backyard a few weeks later. No hesitation, he went back and grabbed the kitten and brought it inside.
We then proceeded to get sister cat into the garage so we could keep her contained while nursing her kitten, but not lose the kitten. That way it would also be easter to spay sister cat. We’ve been meaning to get these cats fixed for a while now, so this seemed like the perfect opportunity.
So we got her spayed.
And now she’s outside, living the wild life.
And her kitten, Smalls, is with us.
We also fixed brother cat. We call him the kitten’s “Duncle.” You know, dad, uncle. It’s twisted.
He’s the white one. He doesn’t know he’s not an inside cat.
Now, remember Mama cat? Smalls’ grandma?
Her pregnant self just waddled up to our house.
And without thinking, Mark grabbed her. And brought her inside. And now she’s in our bathroom with a ghetto litter box and bed and we’re waiting for kittens to arrive.
And then we’re gonna get her fixed.
So. Many. Cats.
Did I mention I’m allergic to cats?
P.S. If you want any information about the San Antonio Feral Cat Coalition, we are pretty much pros by now. So if you have multi-generational cat situations like we do, and need help figuring out how to trap/fix/release, we can help