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no good deed
Nov. 28th, 2009 10:50 amlong story short because i only have one hand at the moment; my mother just listed a house for sale that the owner buggered off and left five, yes five six month old kittens in the backyard. my mother, her boss and co-worker had been trying for a week to catch the kittens with very limited success; ie, one kitten. the boss decided to keep her and she was the tamest. i caught the second one a couple days ago by leaving the house door open and then chasing him around.
last night i came up with the idea of tuna fish in their crate and twine tied to the door to close it once the other three were inside. i managed to catch two of them that way. then i get the idea to food trail into the house and do a repeat of the other day. fifty percent success. the cat went inside but my mother had opened the furnace room door so now we don't know where it is, yeah, it, we don't even know what sex we're dealing with.
we bring the two i caged back to our house with the idea that i work with them, socialize a little and then we'll find homes for them. i bring the crate inside, open it, reach in and the kittens went crazy. i finally managed to catch one (a boy) as he was flinging himself at the window. that scared, :( the other one was behind our dryer, so i chased it out and just as i went to grab it, it bit me. hard! so i dropped it and it ran back behind the dryer. after bleeding all over everything i finally got a jacket over it, mommy grabbed and checked under the tail. it's a girl, so we have one of each at the moment.
but the end result is that two of my fingers are bandaged together, i'm on codeine for the pain and i'm only just now coming out of shock. i don't know if these two can be tamed. i'm not going to try touching them again any time soon - unless i have really thick gloves on. *rolls eyes* mum's boss just wants to put them all down. it's just not fair that these poor kittens are being made to suffer for a human's mistakes. and, as far as we know, they've never been to the vet so i'm researching how rabies presents in cats. although, honestly, i think i bled enough that any bacteria washed out. i totally don't blame these kittens for any of my injuries. they're just scared to death right now.
i hope a co-worker is right that one of her friends wants mousers for her house. the two little hellions downstairs would be perfect, if the boss does have them put down, i don't want to know about it. i love cats more than any other animal - always have done - and just want to find the bitch-whore who treated these kittens so bad and beat the crap out of her.
so, i'm going to vanish again because i really can't type right now. i'll keep writing though. i think three more chapters - 60 pages - and the novel will be done!!!!!
last night i came up with the idea of tuna fish in their crate and twine tied to the door to close it once the other three were inside. i managed to catch two of them that way. then i get the idea to food trail into the house and do a repeat of the other day. fifty percent success. the cat went inside but my mother had opened the furnace room door so now we don't know where it is, yeah, it, we don't even know what sex we're dealing with.
we bring the two i caged back to our house with the idea that i work with them, socialize a little and then we'll find homes for them. i bring the crate inside, open it, reach in and the kittens went crazy. i finally managed to catch one (a boy) as he was flinging himself at the window. that scared, :( the other one was behind our dryer, so i chased it out and just as i went to grab it, it bit me. hard! so i dropped it and it ran back behind the dryer. after bleeding all over everything i finally got a jacket over it, mommy grabbed and checked under the tail. it's a girl, so we have one of each at the moment.
but the end result is that two of my fingers are bandaged together, i'm on codeine for the pain and i'm only just now coming out of shock. i don't know if these two can be tamed. i'm not going to try touching them again any time soon - unless i have really thick gloves on. *rolls eyes* mum's boss just wants to put them all down. it's just not fair that these poor kittens are being made to suffer for a human's mistakes. and, as far as we know, they've never been to the vet so i'm researching how rabies presents in cats. although, honestly, i think i bled enough that any bacteria washed out. i totally don't blame these kittens for any of my injuries. they're just scared to death right now.
i hope a co-worker is right that one of her friends wants mousers for her house. the two little hellions downstairs would be perfect, if the boss does have them put down, i don't want to know about it. i love cats more than any other animal - always have done - and just want to find the bitch-whore who treated these kittens so bad and beat the crap out of her.
so, i'm going to vanish again because i really can't type right now. i'll keep writing though. i think three more chapters - 60 pages - and the novel will be done!!!!!
