Boy howdy, I can hardly walk this morn'n. Buy other than that, I feel pretty dad gum good.
Cats...everbody likes cats. Well, maybe not full growed cats, but little bitty cats. After I read the early comments yesterday, I figgered I might be do'n something wrong....like kill a cat with their feed'ns. So let me tell ya how it went with them dad gum cats. Did some research an' fount out how much to feed 'em....3 to 4 cc's/mg's at a time. Warm it up to 95 to 98 degs. Let the cats do the work, don't force the milk down their throats.
Ok, the first feed'n didn't go too well. These kittens don't know nuttin bout syringes nor do they know what cow milk tastes like. They did well an' went back to sleep. Now, with a little food in their bellies, they became active. Climb out that box an' run'n all over the couch. Climb up on Sadie Mae say'n "hey, this ain't mama". Sadie Mae give them a bath. No pit bull in my dog.
"Hey cat, you smell like poop...ya wanna a bath"?
"Oh god, I'm get'n tired of these blasted cats".
The second feeding, I teach one the kittens to feed hisself out the bowl. He was blow'n bubbles an' walk'n in his food. The other two said "I ain't hav'n none of that". By this time, all three are people tolerant.....they love me.
Most of the day they on the couch....sleep'n an' play'n...eat'n more food. These cats have got to go before I get any attachment to 'em. I like cats ya know. But cats make stress....tons of stress. "Where the hell is thatGD/dad gum/freak'n cat"???
At 1am last night, I go out the door an' holler "KITTY KITTY". Here she come. Mama is starv'n slap to death....I give her a hot dog, an' she wants to see her babies. Now ya got to understand, this mama cat is wild. Don't get nowhere around humans, donkeys or that damn goat. She come in "da house" to the cry'n of her babies. She attack me....swing'n her fists at me an' hiss'n. Got me a big ol' hole in one my fingers.....my golf'n finger. Damn cat. I allow her to take one of the kittens, which she hauls ass for the trailer house....underneath. One down, two to go.
But she never come back. This morn'n, I am stuck with two hungry cats.....what got out last night an' I had to go hunt'n for 'em. There they are, just look'n at stuff....like this is gonna be their new home or something. Anyhows, no this ain't gonna be their new home. "Here kitty kitty, come get your babies". Ha.....I was sit'n there feed'n 'em at 3am. Sheesh, this sucks.
Ok, now what ya want to talk bout??? Did I ever tell ya bout the time....we was camped over there in Port Aransas at my usual camp'n site, a big ol' RV park on Cut Off road. It's check out time. Where the hell is "Mouw Mouw", my great big ol' cat?
I chase the damn cat all over that RV park for two hours before he was ready to leave. Call him all kinds of choice words. That's what I'm talk'n bout....stress.
Ok, I got two cats to feed. They scream'n their lungs out. Laters!!!
Ha, they did pretty good all by them selfs....blow'n bubbles an' stuff. Milk all over the couch.
Now I worry bout that other cat. Is he/she still alive? You do know that male cats will kill kittens don't ya? With bout 12 feral cats at "El Rancho Abraham", there is bound to be some males.
Cats...everbody likes cats. Well, maybe not full growed cats, but little bitty cats. After I read the early comments yesterday, I figgered I might be do'n something wrong....like kill a cat with their feed'ns. So let me tell ya how it went with them dad gum cats. Did some research an' fount out how much to feed 'em....3 to 4 cc's/mg's at a time. Warm it up to 95 to 98 degs. Let the cats do the work, don't force the milk down their throats.
Ok, the first feed'n didn't go too well. These kittens don't know nuttin bout syringes nor do they know what cow milk tastes like. They did well an' went back to sleep. Now, with a little food in their bellies, they became active. Climb out that box an' run'n all over the couch. Climb up on Sadie Mae say'n "hey, this ain't mama". Sadie Mae give them a bath. No pit bull in my dog.
The second feeding, I teach one the kittens to feed hisself out the bowl. He was blow'n bubbles an' walk'n in his food. The other two said "I ain't hav'n none of that". By this time, all three are people tolerant.....they love me.
Most of the day they on the couch....sleep'n an' play'n...eat'n more food. These cats have got to go before I get any attachment to 'em. I like cats ya know. But cats make stress....tons of stress. "Where the hell is that
At 1am last night, I go out the door an' holler "KITTY KITTY". Here she come. Mama is starv'n slap to death....I give her a hot dog, an' she wants to see her babies. Now ya got to understand, this mama cat is wild. Don't get nowhere around humans, donkeys or that damn goat. She come in "da house" to the cry'n of her babies. She attack me....swing'n her fists at me an' hiss'n. Got me a big ol' hole in one my fingers.....my golf'n finger. Damn cat. I allow her to take one of the kittens, which she hauls ass for the trailer house....underneath. One down, two to go.
But she never come back. This morn'n, I am stuck with two hungry cats.....what got out last night an' I had to go hunt'n for 'em. There they are, just look'n at stuff....like this is gonna be their new home or something. Anyhows, no this ain't gonna be their new home. "Here kitty kitty, come get your babies". Ha.....I was sit'n there feed'n 'em at 3am. Sheesh, this sucks.
Ok, now what ya want to talk bout??? Did I ever tell ya bout the time....we was camped over there in Port Aransas at my usual camp'n site, a big ol' RV park on Cut Off road. It's check out time. Where the hell is "Mouw Mouw", my great big ol' cat?
I chase the damn cat all over that RV park for two hours before he was ready to leave. Call him all kinds of choice words. That's what I'm talk'n bout....stress.
Ok, I got two cats to feed. They scream'n their lungs out. Laters!!!
Ha, they did pretty good all by them selfs....blow'n bubbles an' stuff. Milk all over the couch.
Now I worry bout that other cat. Is he/she still alive? You do know that male cats will kill kittens don't ya? With bout 12 feral cats at "El Rancho Abraham", there is bound to be some males.
Cuute!! Ah decisions That momma better come back soon or you're gonna be a poppa.
ReplyDeleteHa ha Kristine.....that's funny
DeleteNot all males kill kittens and never a siamese. Put the little ones out, mama will hear them and get them.
ReplyDeletethta's what I'm skeered of.....there's a hunnert cats out there
Delete"...they love me."
ReplyDeleteUh Oh, that doesn't sound good. It's mighty hard to part with what loves you! Watch out; getting older makes us softhearted so often. From all you have said, you aren't too educated about kittens. Just put some Kitten Chow in a saucer with a touch of thinned milk poured over it and stand back and watch how they gobble it down. Their size tells me they are ready to start toward weaning.
IF Mama is around, she will clean up after them long as they are nursing. Then you gotta get some kitty litter and start that stinking process. I never, ever want another cat! Yet I'm sure there are 'brats' under my trailer RIGHT NOW. Two different vets have told me CATS are ALWAYS in heat- although I thought it was ONLY 3 times a year. A friend wound up with 42 cats in a three period, after starting with just one 3month old female. Another friend had 14 grown ones in her house, having already taken many to a No-Kill shelter. I used to love cats; not anymore after seeing these two friends dilemmas. sobs round my area drop dogs and cats off on other people - people like me, who then have to contend with the problems. But Good Luck to ya.
Ha....these cats ain't gonna be in "da house" logn enough for me to be get'n cat chow an' cat litter. Hopefull tonight....one more gone.....pooof, just like that.
DeleteOh just keep a couple of them. Sadie May needs some playmates.
ReplyDeleteI'm suspect'n Dizzy that you missed what I said bout "stress". Ain't no way I can handle that no more. Good to see ya again.
DeleteBB, what are your cats' names?
ReplyDeleteYep had cats for years, too stressful, git them out there, mama be back.
ReplyDeletecat aren't nothing, get you a puppy now that is stress. chew everything up, peeps on the floor, wants you to pet them all the time. anyways... glad you have some gone. lets play golf. maybe tomorrow let you now. Ok love you later
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