Roy the Great Cat Whisper and his able partner Nancy, who can tell the cats apart from others but is hit or miss determining male or female, ventured into the world of capture this morning as we have two appointments this week with the neuter and spay clinic for our Feral Fam. We actually caught three this morning but released two because we got the one that needs to go in quickly. This morning we were able to get Toup Jr. We had a sad week with The Feral Fam. Been keeping a close eye on Toup Jr as she looked like she would deliver any day. I caught a glimpse of her early Friday morning and yes, she had her kittens. We try and figure out where they are in the beginning because most cat moms move their litters several times and you only see mom at one meal. Couldn't find them but kept careful watch. Soon we began to notice her a lot, like a whole lot. She hung out around the front so we searched everywhere for hidden kittens. She looked dazed and lost and we thought well maybe they were still born or she forgot where she put them. We kept listening for kitten cries. There is a bird who sounds like a kitten cry and we chased those sounds down as well. We finally found them and they had not made it. We placed them together in a shoe box and we wrapped them up and buried them. Where we found them is where we had searched previously. So if she moved them and moved them back, we don't know. It is the sad part of The Feral Fam life. Toup is like her Aunt Tupac, who had a litter and abandoned them and her second litter she pawned off onto her sister Cutie. That large combined litter was too much for Cutie and last summer we rescued and lost kittens. One of the saddest summers, a cloud overshadowed the back yard and gravel road. Since she would soon come back into her "time" we needed to catch her and we did. The other cats have not been socializing with her and her mom Toupee wouldn't let her near her group as they huddled beneath a table in the covered part of the back yard. For this we are thankful because she hasn't normally hung about for breakfast. Toupee was not there this morning and we want to get her in as well. Maybe tomorrow. Fluff Mo probably won't get into a carrier or trap again, at least for a while. We had him too but only one appointment. Update; Roy just got home and they told him if we trapped two in the trap, they would take both. Good to know.
Funny thing about Jeremiah in Sunday School, there are so many different directions to go. I read Dena's class handout, she went with it's okay to question God from Jeremiah 12, Roy went with Jeremiah and Jesus, and me, well mature me went with four points but one of them was Jeremiah 13 about underwear. How God uses things we are acquainted with to show and help us. The comparison to the things we are acquainted with was putting the quadratic equation on the white board. I have no idea what you use the quadratic equation for and I am pretty sure I have never even used it cause the only part of it I understand is = 0. Yep, nothing nada. God may use math to strengthen Roy but I take it as a sign or maybe even a co sign unto me, that the math direction is not God's will for me. A funny from class, I went over to the whiteboard to discuss the comparison and looked at several faces and I assured them I had not stood up to show my underwear. We all had a good laugh. We looked on a more personal view, thus underwear, of God strengthening and preparing Jeremiah. God told him his friends, family and village were plotting to kill him, Jeremiah didn't know but he then had a plan for God to take vengeance and vengeance he could watch happen to them. God said, you have bigger fish to fry than this. Thus chap 12 how can you run with horses when you can't even run with fellow human beings. God never puts us in a horse race before we race against people. The afore mentioned underwear passage and we ended with Jeremiah 17, don't be a stunted shrub but be a tree.
Roy's glasses are ready so we will be getting those picked up. I have a doctor appointment tomorrow.
We just returned home and I smell of olives. Why? Well, the other day I was taking something out of the bookcase/pantry and heard something fall to the floor but could never find it. With that being said, I never gave it another thought. Until just a few minutes ago. The jar of olives had rolled under the office chair and when I rolled back, the jar cracked. Quickly, I picked up the jar and the liquid ran down the front of my jeans that gave a similar look as wetting your pants. Roy went upstairs when we got home and while coming down the steps I stood there and said I had an accident. In that bare few seconds of time, you could see him contemplating the future with a wife who may or may not have wet her pants. He said almost in a whisper, did you wet your pants? Nope had an accident running over a free range olive jar. I've been anointed and will carry the fragrance of olives unless I change my jeans. Oh the joy.
The warm day has turned into a cool evening. We cut back a few plants that The Feral Fam played too hard on. Roy picked tomatoes and did some general work that we have been finding reasons not to do.
Our Three Boys are enchanted with my most lovely muck boots. This morning one boot had been knocked over and nearby the arch insert as well as the regular shoe bed had been taken out of said boot; only to be replaced with several small and much beloved pine cones. Princesses find peas under the mattress and rural girls find small pine cones in their boots. Oh the life! Mr Mo and GMoey had vet appointments and what a difference between GMoey, laid back, Mr Mo, quiet but nervous and Buddy. Buddy was in a very bad mood when at the vet and after the vet. Got shots, mani/pedis, and all in all good reports. GMoey has feline stomatitis, not too bad yet but still in a manageable. I mentioned to Roy not only did those Penny videos help me get my attention span back, at least longer span for viewing, and now from watching her journey with it, Penny's feline stomatitis vet and dentist visits, I am not overwhelmed with worry and such but keeping a careful eye on him. When we returned home, Mr Mo hid under the bed till he deemed it safe to emerge or maybe he just wanted some quiet time away from the Protégé. GMoey just wandered around as usual and the Protégé, he hid cause he thought he might be next for a vet visit. He can relax till November when his regular check up will be scheduled. The vet that saw the boys is the same vet that was so very kind and compassionate when we had to put Buddy to sleep. The tech remembered Mr Mo when his lip was torn open by a swipe from Mama Cat.
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