Once upon a time, there was a light gray tabby and her badass babydaddy…
That totally rhymes. Maybe this should be in haiku-form. Scratch that, I’m not that talented. So it’s been sixteen months, five litters and 14 kittens since I first met this feline couple. Talk about excellent fertility and virility. Seriously. Now while they made stunning children, it was clear to us feline-minded folks in my townhouse complex that measures had to be taken to bring an end to their baby-making.
Plenty of fruitless efforts to catch the sweet mum (pictured right) generated a bit of pessimism regarding the odds of a trapping victory, but a few weeks post-litter no. 5, enduring some gnarly yowls and claw swipes, my fellow cat wrangling comrade Terry and I managed the seemingly impossible: we caught Lucy. Her studly hubby, the aptly named MacDaddy, was also picked up ‘n’ fixed up. After spending a few nights indoors recuperating in my bedroom (yes, in a crate with food, agua and litter box), they were back out roaming their townhouse domain with great pride.
Now, the coolest thing about these two awesome ‘hood pusses, is that even after this understandably dramatic change in their natural selves, they still hang together. Like two peas in a pod. And it’s ridiculously cute.
Check out the sweet two-some noshing at the cafe *cough neighbors’ across the street. Yes, I just used the word noshing. Perhaps it’s time to stop reading the gossip mags during checkout at Safeway.
Anyhoos, keep your eyes, ears and tails out for updates on this fine feline couple…and remember to give the stray kitties in your ‘hood a second chance at a healthier life. They’re worth every scuffle. Trust.