Margaid
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I have a number of "feral" cats which are a lot less feral than they were. If you read Big Puss's diary you will see the trauma of getting him to the vet. It was nearly as bad when we caught Daisy, the female from the first litter - a necessity as one of her brother had been committing incest with her for most of the night.
For cats, like humans, feeding young ones in no protection against getting pregnant and Pussykins, the mum, produced two more tom cats. The vet said he would "do" them on demand if we took them in but only Tuesday to Thursday, as both Monday and Friday were busy days. So we need to catch the cats on Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday morning when we are able to take them to the vets and collect them later in the day. Daisy was actually taken in on a Friday, but as it was snowing a lot of people had cancelled their appointments so they could operate. I nearly didn't get her back as there was nearly a foot of snow on our drive when I went to get her, and I was then snowed in for three days.
I now try NOT to think about taking them to the vet "this week" or Tuesday or Thursday or whatever as you can bet your bottom dollar that they will either go completely AWOL or else only put in an appearance after lunch, by which time it is too late. On the days they can't be taken for some reason or another, they will be in at 7.30 am and spend all morning sleeping on the sofa.
I don't do anything different except think about it. The cat carrier is permanently in the caravan so they get used to it, and Tiny Tabby has slept in it a few times when of course I can't take advantage of it. So what else is there other than telepathy?
Oh, and Pussykins has had three more kittens!
For cats, like humans, feeding young ones in no protection against getting pregnant and Pussykins, the mum, produced two more tom cats. The vet said he would "do" them on demand if we took them in but only Tuesday to Thursday, as both Monday and Friday were busy days. So we need to catch the cats on Tuesday, Wednesday or Thursday morning when we are able to take them to the vets and collect them later in the day. Daisy was actually taken in on a Friday, but as it was snowing a lot of people had cancelled their appointments so they could operate. I nearly didn't get her back as there was nearly a foot of snow on our drive when I went to get her, and I was then snowed in for three days.
I now try NOT to think about taking them to the vet "this week" or Tuesday or Thursday or whatever as you can bet your bottom dollar that they will either go completely AWOL or else only put in an appearance after lunch, by which time it is too late. On the days they can't be taken for some reason or another, they will be in at 7.30 am and spend all morning sleeping on the sofa.
I don't do anything different except think about it. The cat carrier is permanently in the caravan so they get used to it, and Tiny Tabby has slept in it a few times when of course I can't take advantage of it. So what else is there other than telepathy?
Oh, and Pussykins has had three more kittens!
