So that was Friday. On Saturday morning, I brought Mr. Spencer over to his hopefully new home. He went from sweet little boy to terrified. I left him heavy hearted, but knew, with time, that things would be better. Her only other cat was also not a happy camper. I received a frantic message from the adopter saying she couldn’t find him and worried he got out… (I replied HOW could he get out??? – I don’t ever leave my own house (or others with animals) without closing door tight behind me, they LOVE to escape!~) I knew in my heart he was just hiding because he was scared. These cats can find their way into things you would never think to look. I then received the last message same evening saying she finally spotted him. Thank God. I am waiting now for her to give me an update since yesterday. Adopter was hesitant which is why this isn’t an adoption… yet. Praying it turns into one! J
I have been setting a trap for the fifth kitten on Seventh Street the past two mornings, and no luck. Saturday morning I did, and when we finally went back after finishing up to check, he wasn’t in there, but over in the corner. I set again Sunday, and then again this morning, and no luck. This kitten would be Jace and Lucy’s brother or sister. I don’t know what I would do with it once I got it, but I feel it could be tamed still, at this point. I just pray its fate didn’t turn out like the other two that were viciously killed by another animal, most likely a raccoon. Speaking of kittens, my heart sank as I pulled up to Parsells spot where I feed at least 10-15 cats daily with NO shelter on the porch of the house where workers trashed my stuff in early spring, and saw two teeny tiny babies on the front lawn of the house next door. Teeny babies. Of course they ran when I walked up. I will be setting the traps there tomorrow. Of course I only have two kitten traps, I need three. That means I need one more. Anyone have a kitten trap?
Finally, my neighbor from hell next door to me kept me awake all night Saturday with another party. By Sunday at 3 am., I went out after witnessing one of the girls playing beer pong run to my property just five feet away and vomit. I opened window and said ‘scott, did she just puke?’ – he said yes, and I told him to hose it down. He did, drunkenly, and then hosed my window too. After I saw that I was more enraged and went out to confront him. Him and his big tough friends. School boys really. Anyways, I remember him mocking me about cats – but don’t exactly remember what he said – but he knows I do rescue. In hindsight, I wish I had said, yes, Scott, I feed homeless cats – I am making a difference in this world. What do you do Scott??? Go have another beer. A lot more was said that I can’t repeat, but trust me, we are not good neighbors, nor will ever be. He did reply to my question as to when he was moving, and he said ‘soon’ and ‘ I will be selling to even worse guys than me.’. uh huh. Night Scott. JERK.
"When I was young, I admired clever people. Now that I am old, I admire KIND people."