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I haven't been around much lately, so let me give you a quik update. I still can't go back to work...the doctor is concerned with my lung capacity and I have to have another test done next week. I'm out of breath just walking one end of the trailer to the other. Life bites.
So, today I decided to take Bear (the huge cat) outside on his harness. He's afraid of his own shadow, but has to get out every once in a while because he just can't hack a hairball, and the grass seems to help. I looked to the back end of the trailer, and there were two little kittens poking their heads out from under the house. Of course, I had to investigate...five adorable little ones were romping and playing. Momma cat showed up and wasn't about to let me anywhere near them, but they all had goopy eyes, and I have ointment from the last batch of kittens that would clear that up. We managed to get Momma into a kennel, got the babies out, medicated the eyes, and sent them back outside. Momma now trusts us, and thinks my porch is her home.
I don't know what it is...the last place we lived, two litters were bestowed upon us from feral cats, and I guess the word got out, because another feral brought us two babies that needed help (one had a dislocated knee, the other had eye issues)...she wouldn't let us touch her, but she brought us her babies. I swear, I'm the home for wayward cats.
This does explain why Dora was getting her ass kicked every time she went outside. It was Momma that was doing it...we had no idea she had kittens under there.
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