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Hi all,
I've always loved cats. All of our pets generally have lived to ripe old ages. The most we've ever had at a time is three.
My tale of woe started last September when one of three strays I was feeding walked into the house and had six kittens. My cats were not thrilled, neither was my allergic husband. I figured we'd take care of them until they were old enough to be adopted and that would be that. Five weeks later, another female had four kittens in our garage and after we got over the shock, my daughter and I decided we could do it and then we'd hand them all over to a no-kill shelter. (BTW, the third cat I was feeding was a male we named Johnny Appleseed; I'm sure he is the father of both litters.)
A little background: I take care of my 84 yo mother full-time. She's very ill (leukemia, ileostomy, severe osteoarthritis, stroke and occasionally a little dementia or maybe she's just messing with me ;-) I'm 62 and not feeling so hot myself. Just got cataracts removed, need both knees replaced, fell and broke my arm, still hurts.
Because my daily schedule is hard, I didn't spend as much time as I should have trying to find homes for them. I also became very attached to them as they are a bright spot in my life. Every time I see that commercial with the animals in cages...
The trouble with the neighbors happens when one (or more) of them gets out. The neighbors are dog lovers and their chief complaint seems to be that the sight of a cat makes their dogs crazy. A few weeks ago I received an incredibly nasty email from the "animal lover" across the street regarding "cat turds" in her garden. I replied that while I was sincerely sorry, if I had not taken them in, and had all 12 of them vaccinated, spayed and neutered at my expense she'd have a hell of a lot more cat turds to be worried about by now (and even more in the future) and she would have no one to point a finger at in blame.
This morning the neighbor next to us complained about a black cat ripping the screen on his patio and that he would trap it ("for humanitarian reasons") and bring it to a shelter. It probably was the little jerk I was missing last night. I emailed him an apology and told him I would not let them out at all anymore (I'd let them out into the backyard for two hours every morning), barring escapes.
I do not want to be a bad neighbor, and as much as I'd love to keep them all (as impractical as that is) when I've tried to adopt them out there hasn't been any interest. It is also very costly to feed them (Blue Buffalo dry, Wellness wet). The boys are getting so big you could put saddles on them. There are five black cats and five black and white.
I am also worried because I wouldn't put it past these neighbors to narc on me after smiling in my face while telling me of their great love of animals.
TL;DR: Would like to hear from people who have had success in adopting out almost year old cats and how they did it. They are all very sweet, affectionate and shiny, and have been treated like gold since birth. Would like to avoid shelter. I'm Las Vegas.
Thanks,
Tarara Boomdea
I've always loved cats. All of our pets generally have lived to ripe old ages. The most we've ever had at a time is three.
My tale of woe started last September when one of three strays I was feeding walked into the house and had six kittens. My cats were not thrilled, neither was my allergic husband. I figured we'd take care of them until they were old enough to be adopted and that would be that. Five weeks later, another female had four kittens in our garage and after we got over the shock, my daughter and I decided we could do it and then we'd hand them all over to a no-kill shelter. (BTW, the third cat I was feeding was a male we named Johnny Appleseed; I'm sure he is the father of both litters.)
A little background: I take care of my 84 yo mother full-time. She's very ill (leukemia, ileostomy, severe osteoarthritis, stroke and occasionally a little dementia or maybe she's just messing with me ;-) I'm 62 and not feeling so hot myself. Just got cataracts removed, need both knees replaced, fell and broke my arm, still hurts.
Because my daily schedule is hard, I didn't spend as much time as I should have trying to find homes for them. I also became very attached to them as they are a bright spot in my life. Every time I see that commercial with the animals in cages...
The trouble with the neighbors happens when one (or more) of them gets out. The neighbors are dog lovers and their chief complaint seems to be that the sight of a cat makes their dogs crazy. A few weeks ago I received an incredibly nasty email from the "animal lover" across the street regarding "cat turds" in her garden. I replied that while I was sincerely sorry, if I had not taken them in, and had all 12 of them vaccinated, spayed and neutered at my expense she'd have a hell of a lot more cat turds to be worried about by now (and even more in the future) and she would have no one to point a finger at in blame.
This morning the neighbor next to us complained about a black cat ripping the screen on his patio and that he would trap it ("for humanitarian reasons") and bring it to a shelter. It probably was the little jerk I was missing last night. I emailed him an apology and told him I would not let them out at all anymore (I'd let them out into the backyard for two hours every morning), barring escapes.
I do not want to be a bad neighbor, and as much as I'd love to keep them all (as impractical as that is) when I've tried to adopt them out there hasn't been any interest. It is also very costly to feed them (Blue Buffalo dry, Wellness wet). The boys are getting so big you could put saddles on them. There are five black cats and five black and white.
I am also worried because I wouldn't put it past these neighbors to narc on me after smiling in my face while telling me of their great love of animals.
TL;DR: Would like to hear from people who have had success in adopting out almost year old cats and how they did it. They are all very sweet, affectionate and shiny, and have been treated like gold since birth. Would like to avoid shelter. I'm Las Vegas.
Thanks,
Tarara Boomdea