One Plus One Equals a Litter

Update on my new little guy, Angus…

The neutering went well, the tapeworm (ick! ick! ick!) is gone and he’s settling into a nice routine. He’s so friendly, everyone loves him. Well, except Tabitha, but I wasn’t expecting miracles.

It wasn’t until I saw him sitting very close to a neighborhood kitty on my front porch that the bells went off. This little girl kitty has a home; she just likes to wander and nibble out of  the various food bowls, which is making her fatter and …

Oh. My. God.

Yep – little Munchkin (my name for her. Her real name is Muneca or something like that. It’s Spanish. I cannot pronounce it) is preggers. If I had any doubts, they were quashed today. Her little belly is lumpy and I’ve seen those types of lumps before.

I feel so guilty and yet this probably happened before Angus even ventured into my yard. Remember my first post on Angus, on how I was curious what kind of genetics would come into play if he ever sired any litters?

Guess I’m about to find out. I don’t even know if the neighbors know she’s expecting. I want to go over there but they’re kind of a rough-looking bunch.

Stay tuned for updates. By my guess, she’ll be due right around April 1st.

The Latest Feline Family Member

We have a new cat.

I knew it was only a matter of time before the neighborhood feline gossip vine got news that we were down to “only” three cats. With the loss of my beloved Diablo in October, our cat family was down to Tabitha, Chelsea and Smokey.  Within a few weeks’ of Diablo’s passing, Tabitha had moved back inside for good and Smokey just tagged along. That seemingly ended the Reign of the Outdoor Cats. When the weather was nice (which this year as meant a lot more days than usual) Tabitha and Smokey would venture outside during the day and snooze around the yard. But they were coming in every night. I wasn’t leaving food and water out at night – it would only be eaten by roving gangs of raccoons.

Yet there he was – a grey and white young tom with folded ears! He first showed up two weeks ago. At first, I thought he was a TNR (Trap, Neuter, Return) cat. Within a few days I saw that those weren’t cropped ears, they were folded. He is a friendly head-bumper; I can pick him up now and he just purrs his little heart out!

No one has claimed him, he has no collar and there is no question that he has all his “equipment.” So – his vet appointment is set for next Tuesday. The scientific, I-studied-genetics part of me would love to see if his folded ear mutation translated into any litters he might create, but the logical part of me is holding firm. No way do I want to be responsible for more kittens in this world when so many are homeless. Besides, Tabitha would kill me.

Here he is!