What a surprise (I’m being sarcastic here) I was mowing the back pastures when out from under one of the sheds, I see this white form streaking by. She is a gorgeous momcat (I saw her again when I wiggled out from under the shed)- pure white with a black triangle on her head, on her nose and over her eyes, she also has a black tail. I stopped the mower and something told me to grab a flashlight and take a look under the shed. There I see three gorgeous baby kittys probably just a few weeks old. A white one, a golden one and a mackeral tabby. Mom has pulled down some straw from the shed (there is a hole in the floor) and made a nice nest for them. Right now, I am just going to leave them where they are. I placed food for her in the shed and water as well as some kitten chow. I don’t have any room for any inside kitties at the moment. The upstairs is going to be unbearable soon due to the heat so they are better off where they are. She looks healthy, the kittens look healthy and once they are weaned, I will capture them and take them inside and get mom spayed. That’s the plan anyway.
Feral Cat Behavior
Blogging about feral cats and life in general
Wow, I am always shocked that there are just random cats – and sad that it is so common. Even after following so many foster and feral blogs, I am still surprised, because I almost never see stray cats around our place. Maybe it is just the area (suburbs) or that the people around us are good about keeping the cats in and spaying/neutering. I guess we are lucky. And it sounds like that mom and her little ones are lucky to have picked a safe spot with you.
There are probably cats in your area — most feral and strays learn to stay out of sight and most of their forays are at night when you’re fast asleep. If you have dogs in your yard the cats may avoid your yard, but they’re still around…
In fact, another cat just showed up on our deck yesterday morning, starving, pushing his way to the food dishes and ignoring all of our cats in his hurry to get to the food. Our cats allowed him to eat without a fight and he allowed us to pet him while he gobbled the food. He is a young, intact male, a brown mackeral tabby, an almost-twin to our Hagrid except the newcomer has white socks on each foot, so we’re calling him Socks. We already had an appointment to take Punkin in to be neutered so we called the vet to see if they could take another at the same time. Yes, they said, the more the merrier! So when he finished eating my husband popped him into a carrier and whisked both cats to the vet.
Socks had obviously been on his own long enough to have been attacked by some other cat — he had some scratches and bites on his neck and head. He had not been loose for very long because he was not gaunt, but he sure loved the food we provided. He’ll come back here tomorrow a little sore, but he’ll get all his shots and will be wormed and neutered and then we’ll start trying to get him in shape to find him a “forever” home. He doesn’t know how lucky he was to make his way to our deck yesterday…