Phone rang yesterday-
~”Is this Mary Anne?”

~”Yes it is. What can I do for you?”

“You have to come NOW!”

“May I ask who this is?”

“This is Farmer Windom”

“Farmer Windom, what can I do for you?”

“I have cats I want to get rid of!”

(Inward sigh) “How many cats are we talking about?”

“TEN!” I want to get rid of em now.
They are eating!”

“They are eating?”

(His frustration growing) “Yes, eating- not drinking mom, eating food!”

I see- well, I am sorry but I cannot take ten cats right now.”

“Why aren’t you a RESCUER?”

I did a lot of sighing during that conversation and ended up going over to the farmers place and taking a look at the situation. There were only two adult cats- which I suspect since he doesn’t neuter his “mousers” are the mom and dad and the rest were kittens. All outside at such a young, vulnerable age.
None of them sociable, there was a huge woodshed with wood stacked inside and young kittens were playing hide-n-seek with me as they went in and out of the cords of wood as I tried to grab them.

I managed to scruff two of them and then another friend arrived who also rescues. She will trap the rest and we will go from there.

So here are the two new arrivals who I don’t really have room for- but I took them anyway. The last time I got into this type of situation with such a man- the cats ended up being disposed of in ways I won’t recount here.

So here are the two babies. They will go to the vet today. They were flea-ridden, full of worms and have been de-flead and de-wormed. There is an upper respiratory going on. They are now in the bedroom and the tortie girls are out and about in general population. The newcomers ate two jars of baby food (meat) without stopping!

I don’t play musical chairs anymore, but I do play musical kittens sometimes shuffling these babies around to get them a better place to live then they had before.