Yesterday, at long last, after several conversations I have arranged to have some of the “newbies” put up for adoption at a local pet shop. I have been trying to get Dad to take some ownership over the overpopulation, but so far it has only been me trying to find homes for the litters of kittens we have. Thankfully the pet shop was willing to take a 1 year old cat, a male who Dad initially proclaimed we would be keeping until it came time for neutering and vaccinations. He is super cute with a terrific “lap cat” personality so I’m sure he will go fast.
This morning Dad was trying to change which kittens I had already agreed to take. He feels that he will miss them all running around. Yet he is constantly yelling at them for being in his way or being too “crazy kitten” and getting into trouble. But 2 things made the decision for us:
- I had discussed with the owner the ages and sexes of the kittens, and the two litters don’t match up
- I said that it would be a recipe for disaster if we put kittens from different litters (that have been kept separate) into a carrier together.
The process of catching, caging then transporting went well. So well that I arrived at the same time as the owner. Which also meant we were 40 minutes early for our appointment at the car dealership.
