And so, my nerosis shows through....
We had a little stray balck cat flaoting around the 'hood. Everytime she saw me, she'd run.
Until one day, the same day I'd noticed she's lost a LOT of weight, REALLY fast, I was out having a smoke and she came to my pond to get a drink. I did the standard "spsss spsss spsss" thing at her and she startled, looked like she was gonna bolt, then changed her mind and came up the stairs to me. SHe sat in front of me for a moment and then jumped into my lap and promptly started purring. Oooookaaaaayyyy....
Blarg. Kittens. She had kittens somewhere.
Okay, so I've spent the least 3.5-4 WEEKS feeding her and getting her to trust me enough to show me where she hid her brood. Searching the 'hood, and yes, even digging up beside other folks steps was involved here. It was a concentrated effort on my part.
Anyway, I was just about to head out the door to hit the range and sight in my bow, and there on my step with Kitty Mow, a set of little tiny eyeballs. All my work paid off, she trusted me enough to bring her babies to me when they were able to move.
Of course, I dart out and snag the poor thing before it can blink, and fire it into one of our rooms, away from the other cats/dogs/kids/chaos.
So spend 10 min getting that one settled... food,blanket/box etc, and I'm walking down the sidewalk to load my bow and lo and behold, Kitty Mow is coming up the grass with two more in her shadow. A small catharsis and those two are snagged and place in the room. Instructions are given to hubby unit and children on how to deal with any more.
By the time I'd gotten home, the hubby had snagged the 4th kitten, Kitty Mow ( momma cat) was in with her brood, AND he had put a bowl of water and a litter box in the room.
3 precious little tabby and a black just like mom.The kids are taking "shifts" at spending time with the kittens and getting them acclimated to human contact, though they are NOT as feral as one would expect. They hiss and spit a little, then calm right down and *almost* purr when in the lap of a child.
I'm gonna fill out a SNAP application, and see if I can't get a little help spaying and neutering them, then I'll find them homes myself.
Anyone local interested? They'll be kid proof, dog proof and essentailly bomb proof by the time they're good to go :P
Bless my husband unit for being so understanding about my neurotic NEED to "rescue" everthing, esp animals.
That alone will earn him blowjobs for the rest of his natural born life.
On a side note, I'm VERY pleased to say that my first night at an actual range was successful. I'm grouping 3 shots within a couple inches at 20 yards, within 4 inches at 30 yards and within 6 inches at 40 yards. Consistantly. I'm also pulling a 43 lb draw weight, when I had thought it was about 37-38 pound, and it's a comfortable weight for me at the moment, so I am OFFICIALLY good to go for big game. ( you have to have a minimum 40 lb draw for the big stuff up here)
Until one day, the same day I'd noticed she's lost a LOT of weight, REALLY fast, I was out having a smoke and she came to my pond to get a drink. I did the standard "spsss spsss spsss" thing at her and she startled, looked like she was gonna bolt, then changed her mind and came up the stairs to me. SHe sat in front of me for a moment and then jumped into my lap and promptly started purring. Oooookaaaaayyyy....
Blarg. Kittens. She had kittens somewhere.
Okay, so I've spent the least 3.5-4 WEEKS feeding her and getting her to trust me enough to show me where she hid her brood. Searching the 'hood, and yes, even digging up beside other folks steps was involved here. It was a concentrated effort on my part.
Anyway, I was just about to head out the door to hit the range and sight in my bow, and there on my step with Kitty Mow, a set of little tiny eyeballs. All my work paid off, she trusted me enough to bring her babies to me when they were able to move.
Of course, I dart out and snag the poor thing before it can blink, and fire it into one of our rooms, away from the other cats/dogs/kids/chaos.
So spend 10 min getting that one settled... food,blanket/box etc, and I'm walking down the sidewalk to load my bow and lo and behold, Kitty Mow is coming up the grass with two more in her shadow. A small catharsis and those two are snagged and place in the room. Instructions are given to hubby unit and children on how to deal with any more.
By the time I'd gotten home, the hubby had snagged the 4th kitten, Kitty Mow ( momma cat) was in with her brood, AND he had put a bowl of water and a litter box in the room.
3 precious little tabby and a black just like mom.The kids are taking "shifts" at spending time with the kittens and getting them acclimated to human contact, though they are NOT as feral as one would expect. They hiss and spit a little, then calm right down and *almost* purr when in the lap of a child.
I'm gonna fill out a SNAP application, and see if I can't get a little help spaying and neutering them, then I'll find them homes myself.
Anyone local interested? They'll be kid proof, dog proof and essentailly bomb proof by the time they're good to go :P
Bless my husband unit for being so understanding about my neurotic NEED to "rescue" everthing, esp animals.
That alone will earn him blowjobs for the rest of his natural born life.
On a side note, I'm VERY pleased to say that my first night at an actual range was successful. I'm grouping 3 shots within a couple inches at 20 yards, within 4 inches at 30 yards and within 6 inches at 40 yards. Consistantly. I'm also pulling a 43 lb draw weight, when I had thought it was about 37-38 pound, and it's a comfortable weight for me at the moment, so I am OFFICIALLY good to go for big game. ( you have to have a minimum 40 lb draw for the big stuff up here)