Cats, cats and . . . well, Cats!

as I sit down (lie down rather, on L's bed while shepherding M into her nap) to attempt BLOGGING, I at first thought, "oh, good, at least I'm posting in a one month interval - until I realized that this is JULY 22 and not the less surprising JUNE 22, which I apparently lost track of. so goes this period of life - lots of good ideas, lots of starts, lots of intentions, but mostly just good old-fashioned housework and family life. for instance I have a great idea to take thoughtful pictures of the different aspects of our gardening projects and write about them slowly, contemplatively and descriptively, absorbing them like an unchomped Life Saver or a Smartie that you leave in your mouth long enough for a hole to dissolve in the middle. when's the last time something like THAT happened?

a few words about cats. EXPENSIVE, PROLIFIC, SHARP TEETH. (apologies to the cat-absorbed) we started out our cat adventures last summer by trying to move and begin housing a cat at the same time. due to our noble intentions not to begin a cat farm or disease haven, we dutifully spayed and immunized as her breath was cut short by a fast midnight car, we ended up with a permanent, although costly, memorial spot in our perennial garden. sensing the time was right, a stray, pregnant, feline mother (albeit missing the toes of her right rear paw) took up shop behind our woodpile. who could say no to a hobbling, pregnant gal?

two litters of kittens later, my father and father-in-law's practical sense looms up within me. I haven't bought a gun, but I can more clearly understand the urge to "take them out to the back 40" so to speak. our family vet informs me that cats can indeed get pregnant during breastfeeding and because of virtually unlimited breeding seasons, are really kitten-producing machines. LESSON LEARNED. some of our kittens we gave away to "good homes", but the last litter of kittens for whatever reason, even though they were born and raised in our barn, were essentially wild. how are we going to give away kittens that we can't catch? while trying to round them up to take into the local animal shelter, I got more than one healthy chomp to my index finger (leaving teeth-shaped holes).

catching wild kittens is extremly time consuming, and difficult to do with small children around. taking their mother to the vet for a prerequisite exam and follow-up spay surgery is no less so. on the morning of our mother cat's surgery, I got all three children out of the house in order to begin the capturing and caging process. JD, the lucky patient, was no where to be found. we tromped through waist high wet grass in high humidity and ambled around our property and woods, shaking the food can and calling. I carried N the entire 45 minutes while M tried to keep up ("wait for me! wait for me!) and lost her flip flops somewhere in the middle of the pasture. Five minutes before the end of the drop-off window at the vet, I called to inform them of their reticent patient. I walked back out of the house and JD ambles nonchalantly across the drive. by this time I am exhausted, jaded and longing for the day when cat birth control becomes inexpensive.

in her two trips to the vet, JD was a stellar patient. she only went to the bathroom once while in the car and she did not bite me. she still limps and will need her stitches out in 7 days, but for all of my intents and purposes, will be kitten-free for the rest of her born days. unfortunately, we discovered last night that the one kitten we kept (for M) appears to be a female. according to the vet that means we have about 4 months to figure out how to take care of that looming problem. pay up or ship out?

*no cats were harmed in the making of this blog