Cats, and What Needs To Be Done

Scribbles has been here for over a year now. Initially, I assumed she was a he. (I was mistaken.) I saw her for the first time clearly last week. She is either heavily pregnant, or carrying a full load of parasites. (I am hoping for the latter).

Scribbles always appears with a second cat. Both of them are marble tabbies. They appear to be the same age. When Mamacita had her litter last year, she had eight kittens - these two, I believe, are the only ones that are here. I haven’t seen Mamacita in about three weeks. I assume she’s somewhere adding to her family.

As far as I know, I have no tomcats anymore in my clowder. I suspect that he is crossing over the highway to get to these females.

I feel a little bit helpless at this point. Even if I could manage the traps and get them in, financially I just can’t afford the outrageous prices that the vets are charging right now for the neuters/spays.

Last week I went and saw my surgeon. I’ve developed further issues with my right hand. I am looking at a second surgery (this time only on my hand) to correct the issue. Needless to say, I am not looking forward to this. However, having four trigger fingers that misfire at every opportunity. I know I have to go through this surgery.

Thankfully, this one is done in the office with only a local. That makes it a bit easier to handle. It does make me inwardly cringe because they put a steroid shot in my hand on the last visit. I embarrassed myself by screaming so loud. The doctor told me that he’s had some of his patients faint, even throw-up. He said he’ll take my reaction any day. I’m glad he’s happy about it. Wish I could say the same.

Cricket (above) and Flash (below)

Gibby (left) and Flash (right)

Pigeon

PITA

Twist (left) and Kota (right), best friends