A couple of weeks ago I posted about having to bring back the last kitten from the market because no one wanted her. Although we loved her (she's so cute!) we didn't feel it was fair to keep her because we simply don't know how long we'll be able to stay here - a kitten is a long-term option - and we're away such a lot. No problem for a wild cat who lives outside and simply needs food left out for her, but a tame house cat is another thing altogether.
|Newly named Bisca|
Bat Cat, within days of losing her last offspring, was in an interesting condition when we came back from Slovakia and we were kept awake for two nights by the yowling and wowling of her boyfriends on the terrace. But I had already booked her into the wild cat trust's sterilisation programme. Catching her proved to be a bit of a game, particularly as she had her mind more on sex than on food. But cats in season get much more friendly and I managed to get near enough to grasp her by the scruff of the neck. Neil wrapped her quickly in a towel and we popped her unceremoniously into the laundry room for the night. Next morning I (being a farmer's daughter!) got the job of catching her in a confined space while Neil held the box. It was, as they say in Italy 'un casino'!! Cat on the shelves, Cat up the wall, Cat under the tool box. But finally she tried to go through the laundry rack, was trapped and caught. Phew..... One very unhappy cat. My heart bled for her, but I had to keep telling myself it was for her own good in the long term.
|In the cat carrier|
Thanks to Kate at Peralta for the lovely pics of Bisca on the chair and with Paco the dog. And to Dinah for giving her a home!