That $%#! cat!
We are officially going out of the crazy pussycat lady business.
Because of a number of circumstances, we've had, over the last few years, far too many furry house guests. In fact, as I write this, Tami Jo's former cat is being babysat by the crazy cat lady that is my former mother-in-law and current roommate, Miss June.
But the wild cat and the other cat which put us over the legal limit are gone. So are the pussycats Miss June was hoarding in the garage. She would say caring for. I say hoarding. She didn't want them to get dead. They won't, thanks to my new found friends at the Humane Society of Northern Utah.
As I type this, I'm in excruciating pain. My pinky finger on my right hand is bent at a 45 degree angle from the swelling caused by multiple bite wounds from a wild pussycat. Trapping said pussycat was an adventure that involved me taking the box springs from my bed, and removing drawers from an empty dresser. The bite marks on my hand are the result of trying to pull said meow-meow out of the box springs, where it was hiding.
I got the business end as I was trying desperately to get my hand to the scruff of the neck which puts pussycats in a submission hold. When I finally had her cornered in a dresser drawer, I was able, thankfully, and with the aid of mechanic's gloves, to get her in said submission hold and put her in the carrier with the four kittens she had next week.
The folks that took the kitties are going to help out with getting the three we have that aren't fixed...fixed, and provide me some traps to get rid of the smaller, but yet, still too numerous collection of strays that shows up in the winter. We are going to trap, neuter, and return two pussycats to the yard very soon. The others, well, they're headed for greener pastures.
If you look at my Facebook page, you can see a photo of the damage. My hand freaking hurts.
In other news, there is a ton of stuff going on in my life. I wish I could tell you. You wouldn't believe it.
But I do.
Because of a number of circumstances, we've had, over the last few years, far too many furry house guests. In fact, as I write this, Tami Jo's former cat is being babysat by the crazy cat lady that is my former mother-in-law and current roommate, Miss June.
But the wild cat and the other cat which put us over the legal limit are gone. So are the pussycats Miss June was hoarding in the garage. She would say caring for. I say hoarding. She didn't want them to get dead. They won't, thanks to my new found friends at the Humane Society of Northern Utah.
As I type this, I'm in excruciating pain. My pinky finger on my right hand is bent at a 45 degree angle from the swelling caused by multiple bite wounds from a wild pussycat. Trapping said pussycat was an adventure that involved me taking the box springs from my bed, and removing drawers from an empty dresser. The bite marks on my hand are the result of trying to pull said meow-meow out of the box springs, where it was hiding.
I got the business end as I was trying desperately to get my hand to the scruff of the neck which puts pussycats in a submission hold. When I finally had her cornered in a dresser drawer, I was able, thankfully, and with the aid of mechanic's gloves, to get her in said submission hold and put her in the carrier with the four kittens she had next week.
The folks that took the kitties are going to help out with getting the three we have that aren't fixed...fixed, and provide me some traps to get rid of the smaller, but yet, still too numerous collection of strays that shows up in the winter. We are going to trap, neuter, and return two pussycats to the yard very soon. The others, well, they're headed for greener pastures.
If you look at my Facebook page, you can see a photo of the damage. My hand freaking hurts.
In other news, there is a ton of stuff going on in my life. I wish I could tell you. You wouldn't believe it.
But I do.
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