End of an Era
Thanks to a borrowed humane trap and a chicken wing, we caught Skit and took her to the vet to be spayed this morning. The kittens have good homes, and no more will be produced. I miss them, but I'm happy things have come out they way they have. She can hang out happily in the garage with Oscar for the rest of her days. Of course, given what all this is costing (had to have a Feline Leukemia and HIV test, too, as it turned out) she will probably run away as soon as we let her out of the garage in two weeks and never be seen again. No such thing as a free cat.