My yard is the Bermuda Triangle for kitties. I counted, and we’ve had 12 kittens disappear without a trace over our few years here, including the one on my lap, above. I’ve finally come to the conclusion that rescuing kitties is not my purpose in life anymore. How can I call it a “rescue” when all that awaits is … whatever has been happening to them? Probably death by owl or coyote or murderous neighbor dogs. I know for a fact my neighbors bury murdered cats they find on their property without remorse, but that probably doesn’t explain all the disappearances. Surely not. (I know it’s not the neighbor’s fault that my cats are going into their yard. I don’t blame them, but I don’t have to like their dogs. I don’t. We can’t play in that half of the yard because they menace us through the fence and scare my children.)
Squish, the mama, had four kittens, then we took in my cousin’s four orphans. The sad thing is, this was a temporary situation, because they were all nine of them going to a place in the country to be barn cats. But that great pile of kitties you see below has been reduced by half, the mother being one of the casualties, and God knows how many will make it to July 4, the day they’ll go to the country.
It saddens my heart, but it would be irresponsible to keep anymore cats. Time to get a goldfish, I think.
Disappearing kitties, nasty neighborhood dogs, people that bury things without conscience … sounds like a story ready to happen to me.
Too bad it’s not fiction. That’s disturbing.
I’m sorry about the cats, hon. I’m not a cat-person, but I don’t like seeing anything meet an untimely end. If the dogs at the fence are a really big problem, animal control or a burger laced with arsenic (rat poison) may help. (I’m mostly kidding about that last suggestion. Mostly.)
Love you.
Wow, that’s a pretty vicious neighborhood, pet-wise. Sorry to hear that.
I’ve had a bad experience with cats, they haunt me forever. Pets at farms are fine, but other than that hmmmmmmmm. I always see your posts on darcsfalcons blog. I
Awww, it’s like the lolcats are leaving and becoming nolcats.
I’m sorry, that’s so sad! They were such a cute bundle of kitties too. >hugs<
Love you.
The remaining kittens are still cute, but now I’m their mommy. They climb all over me. Thank goodness they were weaning when the real mama disappeared. I was going to get some cute pics of them today, but my camera had a temporary snafu.
Hey, J.R., thanks for stopping by!
My son would be so jealous. He loves our dog, but he desperately wants a cat. It’s is strange to me that while my husband and I are really dog people, my son is a cat lover through and through.
THis weekend here in Austin, we’re having kittypalooza. Hurray for cats!