Okay.
So, I have three community kitties in my bathroom right now, all hunkered down in their little cages. They did NOT like getting trapped, but it’s over. They’re all covered up in the dark, which helps them to relax. Bingo even at some food in there. Snacks and Nugget did not. Poor Nugget, she destroyed her entire paper covering. Snacks didn’t. Neither did Bingo.
Sigh.
It’s happening! I’m finally doing the right thing and making the effort, taking the time, to get them fixed. They’ll be so much happier that way. I have four more of them to catch. Mama Marmalade, Baby Marmalade, Sweet Boy and our newest kitten, the only kitten, it would seem, that made it from when Mama and Nugget were preggo.
I mean, that’s it right there: pretty sure three or four kittens died. I’ve only seen one of Nugget’s. I know Mama had three kittens, but I haven’t seen them now in weeks, and they’ve never shown up to start eating solid foods. That’s just not right. These cats shouldn’t be having kittens. And the only way that gets fixed is by me stepping up and getting them fixed.
It’s happening tomorrow.
Work is slow. Picking up little assignments here and there as I can. Looking forward to getting back into rhythm on my book.
Night night.