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.