Cats, Cats and more Cats

After two posts in a row (with a slight delay between the two) you might think I'm done with the whole cats thing for a while, right? WRONG! It seems that the cat gods have decided that as punishment for having previously disliked cats, I am now to be deluged with them. I thought by rescuing not just one, but two cats from imprisonment the cosmic scales would be balanced. I was wrong. The cat gods must be a vengeful and unforgiving group. So what am I talking about?

Earlier this year I got a new shed for my yard. The arrival of my new shed meant removing the rusted metal piece of crap old shed. The thing is, removal of the old shed would require physical work which means sweating. I hate to sweat. I guess I might not mind sweating if I were normal. The problem is I seem to have not sweat glands, but sweat weapons of mass destruction. I'm not kidding here. I could work up a sweat in a meat freezer. Have you ever seen the movie Airplane? Remember how sweat was pouring like a river down Robert Hayes face while he was landing the plane? There you go.

In order to limit the loss of vital bodily fluids, I decided to wait until the cooler weather of Fall to remove the old eyesore shed. About four weeks ago, I stepped outside and took a look at the shed and saw something that made me look twice. Kittens. Four kittens to be exact, rolling and playing right in front of my old shed. I was not really surprised since our neighborhood is full of feral cats.

I had earlier noticed a cat hanging around the old shed and even with my limited reasoning ability I deduced she must have chosen it as the place to have her kittens.

Several cans of cat food later and Mom Cat was tame enough to allow us to stroke her and handle her babies. Unfortunately, about two weeks after we found them, Mom Cat disappeared. Since I highly doubt she would leave the food we were giving her, I assume either something tragic happened, or she fell victim to one of the many cat traps our town has placed throughout my neighborhood. Either way, we found ourselves the caretakers of four kittens.

So that's where we are now. There are a grand total of six cats in my life now. No, we will not be keeping the kittens in case you are wondering. We have already put the word out and I hope they're adopted soon. Each day the wife and kids are getting more attached. They have already named them. OK, I admit it. I getting attached to the little furballs too. Anyone want a free kitten?