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Bubbles had a white belly with perfect black circle in the middle.
1 million pts would be awarded to whomever could touch the black spot without getting tagged. Was never claimed - even a slumbering Bubbles couldn't be defeated.
We live in this old bungalow and sometimes stray cats get into the roof space. A few months ago a cat had her litter of kittens up there, and there was much mewing and ruckus, especially a few times when other cats must've got in there and the mother presumably fought them off. We don't have access to the space ourselves, so there wasn't much we could do.
Then the adjoining neighbour had some work done on their roof a month or so ago and closed up the gaps. But before doing so he managed to pull all the kittens out (4 of them). We put them in the garden of the next house down, which is an empty shell where no one lives, and the mother came and took them. All fine.
That was that until this week when I looked out the window into our back garden and saw a dead kitten. It wasn't obvious what had killed it - no visible wounds - so we removed it and disposed of it. Then later that day I see another kitten in the garden, this time alive, and another. And then the mother turns up and we realise it's the same lot from before, although only 2 are left now.
And now they're living in our garden. Which would be OK, but we have our own cats and that's Freddie's territory and she really can't go out there. We don't want to disturb these cats because clearly they've had a tough time and the garden is at least reasonably safe for them. And, you know, kittens. But then we don't really want them there either.
This is the scene currently if I look out the window (blurry because I'm zooming in):
I’ll take the Cyprus cats if you can’t. I’ll look into chartering a plane right now.
(I get your problem and not wanting them and all but please look after them. Just a bit of food and water. Perhaps a comfy bed surrounded by security fencing and a little cat flap?)
The other problem is we'll probably be moving in a few months and we're already taking 2 cats with us. So adoption is definitely not on the cards. And you know what happens if you start feeding them - that's how we got the current ones.
They do at least look healthy and the mother seems to be well fed. The other day the kittens were chewing on a big piece of cooked chicken, which seemed too much to have come from a bin, so perhaps the mother is getting food from somewhere.
Anyway, we certainly won't let anything bad happen to them while they're here. I just hope they move on of their own accord.
Edit: OK, the wife put some water out there. We had to do that at least.
There are so many strays here though. And even though people sort of adopt them by feeding them, they rarely take them to the vets to get them sorted for parasites or even neutered. It is heartbreaking.
Good chance a rival stray tomcat killed the kittens.
When my Dad worked in the shipyard he told me that it was alive with cats, no doubt living off the rats and whatever else they scrounged off the workforce.
There was one particular Tom they all hated that had a reputation for killing kittens and eating their heads - but he was never caught or tagged by anyone.
Vet trip for Brams tonight, again. He was vomiting over the weekend, lots of bile coming up. He seemed on the mend by Monday but was sick on his walk yesterday, then once more at home. He went missing for around 90 seconds on the walk Saturday morning, then emerged from under a bridge looking sheepish, so I know he ate something. Whatever it was it's still troubling him, even though he's eating and crapping normally.