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Daddy Cat is still limping, but is moving around better than before. He is eating well, and is letting me pet him again. I cannot see any swelling, but I am not foolish enough to try to grab his foot. Daddy will NOT even investigate the cat houses, but I learned that he has a pretty serious set of tunnels he has made in the leaves under the juniper out front. Mommy has been choosing to sleep with him there, so I am guessing it is a pretty warm nest for cuddling. Charcoal (one of Gimpy's spring babies) seems to have officially joined the herd. I still don't know if this pretty cat is a she or he, but it is definitely blind in one eye. It will come up to me to feed, and I can touch it while it eats, but not at any other time. I think with a few more weeks of work I can improve our relationship to a catching point. (I have learned it is MUCH easier to just get them to the point where they let me pick them up and I can shove them into a crate than it is to try to trap a specific cat because the only ones I ever seem to trap are Orange Boi and Tiny Face... and I catch those idiots repeatedly when I DONT want them.). Charcoal also seems interested in the cat houses on the porch. Hoping maybe Gimpy lets it sleep with her on cold nights. I did learn a lot about these cats though. Things that make my heart hurt and that make me angry. We are on a rural road with only a few other houses. One of the other neighbor's feeds these cats as well, and I was talking to her recently and she told me the background on these cats. Apparently there was a resident of this street a few years back that had a dog and four unfixed indoor-outdoor cats. When she moved, she took the dog but just said she was going to leave the cats. She had pets that she just abandoned to fend for themselves (and procreate like crazy). Daddy Cat and Miss Gimpy were definitely two of them, as is a gray and white one that lives on the neighbors porch. This makes me so horribly angry, especially given how utterly sweet some of these cats are, and how much they want human attention and interaction. So we have an over population of cats that I am trying hard to now control, and I am being left to make potentially hard decisions, because someone else couldn't be sussed to make hard decisions herself. Yes, this bothers me. On a somewhat lighter not, I learned that apparently Orange Boi is the neighborhood bully. He goes up to her house and beats up other cats and leaves without even having dinner. I am hoping that he will get some better manners now that he has been denutted. (He is a lover to humans, but apparently is a punk as soon as he leaves our property.) The current neighbor is familiar with other members of my crew too. She calls Daddy Cat "Big Head", Miss Gimpy is "Old Lady" (and the neighbor was very happy to hear she is doing well), and Orange Boi is "Golden Boy". One of Mommy's previous boys that I call Mochi is "Oreo", though the bully doesn't let any of Mommy's previous kittens up here any more, I do see both Mochi and Bandit hunting in the field here.
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