I'm Only Sayin'...

I’ve been somewhat busy this week. I took out the trash, for starters, and did some laundry…washed dishes… cleaned the pool and changed the filter. It was the trash that did me in. How can trash be one’s undoing, you ask? Well, if the dumpster is a home to something – that’ll do it.I truly do not understand people. I may have stolen this particular set of possessions, given that there were some houses nearby, but even so, well… looky.

Elsa is first in the gallery, and she was first to be caught. She and Boggart, the carrier kitty underneath her up there, were the two who greeted me first. Elsa took my bait, but Boggart was more cautious than starving. He’s in the carrier in the pic ‘cuz his first attempt at transferring to a large crate with his sibs left me bleeding and everybody upset. I doubt I would win any humane treatment awards for how I got him back out of the crate that first night. The others are happy little terrors in the house now, so he’s alone in a crate now until he’s socialized. The other orange boy and the black boy were at the dumpster eating bread off a mattress when I went back to get boggart the next night. They are both lovely little things, sweet and loving with motors loud enough to be heard across the room. Romeo and Spock curl up with me on the sofa, and with their sister Elsa, come when called. It’s the cutest thing, as all kittens are, I’m sure. Mine are just a wee bit cuter, tho, right? RIGHT?

They seem to know their names! They came into the house Wednesday and Thursday night, and already they are home. The first night I called Spock and he snapped his little head around to look at me. Romeo always responds, as does Elsa. Boggart may be a bit of a mean name. I haven’t decided. I  figure if he turns out to be a sweet boy when he’s tamed, I can call him Bog for short. In Harry Potter Speak, a boggart is a demon that transforms into your worst nightmare. I’m not sure it’s my WORST, but having a baby I can’t help is definitely up there. If his fear is vanquished with spells of good food and a warm bed, so be it. He already seems to feel safer, and will sniff my hand before retreating.  That has to count for something!

If you know me, you also know my house is already full of cats. Babies make 10. The others have relinquished the front of the house to the li’ squirts, and they are allowed to sleep on my bed in return. It seems only fair they get SOMEthing they desperately want in trade, doncha’ think? So far, so good. No love from either side, but in time I think they’ll adjust. Unless someone wants to adopt…! *Hint-to-the-hint.hint.hint*

As cute as they are, they are a strain on the wallet: $300 for first-round shots and various meds. Three neuters and a spay will be another $200 or so.

The rest of their shots w/boosters…yeah, um… if you drive by my house and see smoke from the back yard or bags on the porch, you’ll know why.

I can NEVER go to the DUMPSTERS again.