The best thing to come out of this last week.....
So this past week I was out visiting my mother in small town,Alberta before my daughter and I move out to the west coast.It is the first time I had been out to her house and thankfully I won't have to go back for a long,long time. It's not that I didn't have an agreeable time, but I don't really have the fortitude to deal with alcoholics for very long any more.
I was grateful that my mother didn't drink a whole lot, but we do have other relatives (cousins) in that town who tend to drink a whole lot more.
So we stayed at her lovely tiny house with the really nice yard. She has two cooking apple trees, two crab apple trees, two plum trees(one red,one green),and a pear tree. She has red and yellow roses, big orange tiger lilies and fluffy pink peonies. I would show you the pictures,but it was a very bright sunny day and I took crappy outdoor photos.
We had a couple of nights outside around the fire pit,which was nice.
We had a marshmallow roast and swatted at mosquitoes.
On Friday we went across the street to my cousin Twilla's house.(Here and now forever more I will deny any blood ties to this woman)
She told us how a stray cat had given birth to some kittens under her shed and she was planning on catching the kittens and taking them to the pet store or to the SPCA to find homes for them. This was the second batch of kittens the mother cat had had under there. Twilla kinda kept the first batch of two males and one female (she feeds them a little and they live outdoors).
So my daughter and I put in the effort to help her by luring out and catching the five new kittens under the shed.
So here are the babies we caught.
This is Lacey.
She wouldn't stay still for a picture at all.
This is Tula.
This is Muffin.
This is Tex.
We couldn't catch him or Tula on the Friday night so we went back the next morning.
He was a little rabble rouser, as soon as we reunited him and Tula with the other three he instilled them with mistrust and fear. He was constantly growling at us and shrinking to the back of the cat carrier. The other kittens we had caught, who were starting to trust us and play and eat took their cues from him and started to act the same way. Well at least he didn't claw us a lot. I finally got him to eat by opening his mouth and putting the wet cat food in it. You should have heard him growl like a little lion while he ate. XD
I said there was five yes?
Well I ended up keeping the last one. I couldn't resist her. She is just so tiny and feisty.
This is Marble.
Sitting next to a medium sized orange.
Well after we caught the kittens we phoned the SPCA and the pet store and found out that we could get a special litter rate from the SPCA to take them off our hands to find homes for them, of $150. The pet store was reluctant to take them, but would if we couldn't get the SPCA to take them. After we got this information my mother went over to Twilla's to let her know. When my mother came back she was steaming mad. She said that when she told Twilla what the SPCA had told us, Twilla said "Here's $20. for gas OK?"
She figured that now that we had caught them that they were our responsibility not hers.
Unfortunately I am related to more than one stupid jackass who refuses to take responsibility for themselves or their actions. I disown them all. From this day forward I refuse to acknowledge that we are related. I don't need the headaches, the stress, the tension in my shoulders and neck. They all make me sick, they can't even act like decent human beings.
If I told you some of the stories about these idiots, you would look at me like I had crawled out from under a rock just for being distantly related to them.
Well anyway we were able to take the four kittens to the pet store, so they could find homes for them. My mother and I both just about cried on the way out of the store, we felt so bad for leaving them there,but neither of us could take in five kittens. At least they have a chance to have a better home than living as a stray and having more and more kittens in Twilla's yard. Too bad we couldn't have caught the Mother, I know Twilla will never do anything about her.
So now I have a kitten who apparently has a gambling problem.
There will probably be more picture posts of the mischief maker in the future. You know how parents are. ;P
I was grateful that my mother didn't drink a whole lot, but we do have other relatives (cousins) in that town who tend to drink a whole lot more.
So we stayed at her lovely tiny house with the really nice yard. She has two cooking apple trees, two crab apple trees, two plum trees(one red,one green),and a pear tree. She has red and yellow roses, big orange tiger lilies and fluffy pink peonies. I would show you the pictures,but it was a very bright sunny day and I took crappy outdoor photos.
We had a couple of nights outside around the fire pit,which was nice.
We had a marshmallow roast and swatted at mosquitoes.
On Friday we went across the street to my cousin Twilla's house.(Here and now forever more I will deny any blood ties to this woman)
She told us how a stray cat had given birth to some kittens under her shed and she was planning on catching the kittens and taking them to the pet store or to the SPCA to find homes for them. This was the second batch of kittens the mother cat had had under there. Twilla kinda kept the first batch of two males and one female (she feeds them a little and they live outdoors).
So my daughter and I put in the effort to help her by luring out and catching the five new kittens under the shed.
So here are the babies we caught.
This is Lacey.
She wouldn't stay still for a picture at all.
This is Tula.
This is Muffin.
This is Tex.
We couldn't catch him or Tula on the Friday night so we went back the next morning.
He was a little rabble rouser, as soon as we reunited him and Tula with the other three he instilled them with mistrust and fear. He was constantly growling at us and shrinking to the back of the cat carrier. The other kittens we had caught, who were starting to trust us and play and eat took their cues from him and started to act the same way. Well at least he didn't claw us a lot. I finally got him to eat by opening his mouth and putting the wet cat food in it. You should have heard him growl like a little lion while he ate. XD
I said there was five yes?
Well I ended up keeping the last one. I couldn't resist her. She is just so tiny and feisty.
This is Marble.
Sitting next to a medium sized orange.
Well after we caught the kittens we phoned the SPCA and the pet store and found out that we could get a special litter rate from the SPCA to take them off our hands to find homes for them, of $150. The pet store was reluctant to take them, but would if we couldn't get the SPCA to take them. After we got this information my mother went over to Twilla's to let her know. When my mother came back she was steaming mad. She said that when she told Twilla what the SPCA had told us, Twilla said "Here's $20. for gas OK?"
She figured that now that we had caught them that they were our responsibility not hers.
Unfortunately I am related to more than one stupid jackass who refuses to take responsibility for themselves or their actions. I disown them all. From this day forward I refuse to acknowledge that we are related. I don't need the headaches, the stress, the tension in my shoulders and neck. They all make me sick, they can't even act like decent human beings.
If I told you some of the stories about these idiots, you would look at me like I had crawled out from under a rock just for being distantly related to them.
Well anyway we were able to take the four kittens to the pet store, so they could find homes for them. My mother and I both just about cried on the way out of the store, we felt so bad for leaving them there,but neither of us could take in five kittens. At least they have a chance to have a better home than living as a stray and having more and more kittens in Twilla's yard. Too bad we couldn't have caught the Mother, I know Twilla will never do anything about her.
So now I have a kitten who apparently has a gambling problem.
There will probably be more picture posts of the mischief maker in the future. You know how parents are. ;P