07-07-2020, 05:42 AM
At the most, we had twelve kittens. We probably would have more if Mia didn't take her litter off to points unknown and then they disappeared? Maybe they went to Croatoan.
Twelve kittens is a lot, especially when they rush you when you open the back door or you have to round them up at the end of the day. We didn't like them being out all night so we shut them in the studio.
Three were adopted out. Five were given to a foster service. It's amazing how different the activity level was with eight of the twelve missing. It was a little sad but twelve is way too many kittens.
Yesterday, Cordelia went missing. Even though we are down to four kittens, you can instantly tell when one is missing. The destruction travels in a pack and I quickly noticed the pack was down to three tiny terrorists.
At first, I figured Cordelia was off doing other things. Maybe she was under the deck or off reading a good book.
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Cordelia had walked to the end of the street with me in the morning along with Fanoula and Fainí to the mailbox. I carried her back but I hadn't seen her since then.
Late in the day, I feared the worse. I hadn't seen Cordelia in eight hours and feared the worst. When a cat goes missing at the Lair, the cat is missing for good.
Sadly, at sunset, we packed the three remaining members of the destruction into the studio. We through Finchen and Fainí in their for good measure.
As I walked back to the house, I thought I spotted Mama Freeloader by the cars in her usual perch on the concrete pallets. As I got closer, I realized it wasn't Mama at all, but our missing cat, no longer missing. I guess she had been off reading a book.
But it was weird. I shouldn't be that worried about missing one of our thirteen cats. But I did. And I'm very glad she's back.
Twelve kittens is a lot, especially when they rush you when you open the back door or you have to round them up at the end of the day. We didn't like them being out all night so we shut them in the studio.
Three were adopted out. Five were given to a foster service. It's amazing how different the activity level was with eight of the twelve missing. It was a little sad but twelve is way too many kittens.
Yesterday, Cordelia went missing. Even though we are down to four kittens, you can instantly tell when one is missing. The destruction travels in a pack and I quickly noticed the pack was down to three tiny terrorists.
At first, I figured Cordelia was off doing other things. Maybe she was under the deck or off reading a good book.
Cordelia had walked to the end of the street with me in the morning along with Fanoula and Fainí to the mailbox. I carried her back but I hadn't seen her since then.
Late in the day, I feared the worse. I hadn't seen Cordelia in eight hours and feared the worst. When a cat goes missing at the Lair, the cat is missing for good.
Sadly, at sunset, we packed the three remaining members of the destruction into the studio. We through Finchen and Fainí in their for good measure.
As I walked back to the house, I thought I spotted Mama Freeloader by the cars in her usual perch on the concrete pallets. As I got closer, I realized it wasn't Mama at all, but our missing cat, no longer missing. I guess she had been off reading a book.
But it was weird. I shouldn't be that worried about missing one of our thirteen cats. But I did. And I'm very glad she's back.
As a matter of fact, my anger does keep me warm