Last Sunday we almost adopted a kitten

It was a relatively lively day for us. Instead of TYG taking the dogs walkies, we went to the nearest dog park for 40 minutes or so early in the morning. We were almost the only mammals there, but Plushie and Trixie had a fabulous time racing about, sniffing everything and chasing each other.

After we got back and had breakfast, I went out for my first hour bike ride of the year. If I ever want to get back to making the ride to the trailhead in Raleigh, I need to push myself a little further than I have been. This trip was a step in the right direction, and fun in its own right.

Torrential rain having wiped out TYG’s first planting of tomatoes and basil, she spent the afternoon working on a new crop. When she opened up the compost bin to throw in the mud from the first planting (too much algae from the rain to keep it) she gave a cry, then called for me to come see. No sooner had she opened it than a cat had rushed out; still inside were three adorable little kittens, not even a few weeks old.

I think if we’d gotten our shit together and trapped the mother and kittens that day (there are local groups that spay/neuter feral cats and adopt the kittens), we’d probably have kept one. They were so cute and TYG was just so worried about them. But we didn’t know what to do, so we just put out some tuna and kibbles for them. Next day we called a feral-cat volunteer group and someone came over with a trap cage. But the cat had already moved her kittens, and the rescue group doesn’t want to trap the mommy and leave the kittens (they have moved to a nearby yard — one of our neighbors stumbled upon them a couple of days ago — so capture may be back on. But it’s no longer our job).

So, no kitten. I think that’s a good thing, even though they were adorable. An extra pet on top of Plushie and Trixie would be a lot of work, even assuming they all got along.

#SFWApro.

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9 responses to “Last Sunday we almost adopted a kitten

  1. Zosimus the Heathen

    Good luck with the bike riding. For the last couple of years or so, I’ve really been pushing myself to do long rides myself. Although I ride nearly every day (having never learnt to drive), I want to get in the habit of doing at least one *really* long ride a week, mainly to try and get rid of some excess weight my stupid body stubbornly refuses to relinquish (probably because, oh I don’t know, it assumes it’s still living in the Stone Age and fears it’ll immediately die of starvation if it lets go of so much as a single gram of fat – I gather that’s the standard explanation for why most of us find it way too easy to put on weight). Often I’ll actually go for that ride straight after work – it’s a bit of a drastic thing to do, but as it’s not uncommon for me to work every day (albeit doing reasonably short shifts each time), it’s often the only time I have free to go for a nice, long ride. While I greatly enjoy these rides, I find it can still be easy to get out of the habit of going on them – right now, for example, it’s been nearly three weeks since my last one, which is a bit worrying.

    • It’s very easy to get out of the habit. It’s cold in winter, too hot after early morning in summer, and awkward to work around the dogs. But I hope if I work at it I can get back into my old groove.

  2. Zosimus the Heathen

    On the subject of the kittens, that reminds me of the time my family ended up adopting one after a litter was found in the ceiling space of my mother’s workplace. While they never found the mother, they did find three of her brood, one of which unfortunately had to be immediately put down as it had a pretty severe congenital deformity. Of the other two, the one we ended up adopting was the last one to be discovered – it was only when someone heard it hissing down at them from an air-conditioning duct that they realized it was there! Unfortunately, the aggressive manner in which it announced its presence ended up being a pretty good portent of what life with it would be like – it was a *very* temperamental tortoiseshell that’d often bite and scratch simply for the hell of it (I used to joke to people that it made me realize just how stupid people who kept *big* cats like lions and tigers as pets were!). At the same time, though, it could be very affectionate, and when we had to have it put to sleep at the age of 14 after it developed inoperable cancer, I completely lost it. All things considered, we gave it a pretty good life!

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