All I can seem to talk about these days are the farm cats. Maybe it’s because in comparison, my life seems dull right now.
According to my momma, I need to get used to that, but I don’t want to so I follow the farm cats around when life seems lackluster.
Well, after one too many times of peeing in Country Man’s shed, and beating up my farm cat, we decided it was time he go.
P.S. Have you ever seen the damage a tomcat does when he marks his territory? It’s skunk-like.
Anyway… Country Man used to shoot tomcats for being a nuisance, but a woman has softened him and now Orange Kitty gets a second shot at life.
So Country Man trapped him – after two failed attempts of finding the cage with Black Kitty, unimpressed – and he took Orange Kitty seven miles west and said good riddance.
But who do you suppose showed up four days later, lurking by hay bales and dog food?
Apparently he’s used to us as well and managed to find his way east. That is one determined cat.
You’d think now would be a good time to shoot him, since he keeps beating up on Gray Kitty and peeing on property and not taking the hint to leave already , right?
You’d be wrong.
We are so weak.
Orange Kitty is on a path toward physical emasculation, where our hopes and dreams of him not peeing in the shed or hurting our cats soar high. Our cat-loving animal vet and his wife think fixing him will be no problem at all. “I’ll just use a long needle,” he says.
Tell me, have we all gone crazy?
Two of the votes think not…