I have a confession to make: Rodney and I are not cat-lovers. This has not generally been a problem before - we just avoid them and they avoid us. However, with the purchase of this house we seemed to have inherited a large number of neighbourhood cats who think of our casa as their "home away from home." Traces are everywhere: spray (the worst possible smell, in our minds) at various places around our house and yard, "gifts" in the garden, footprints, flashes of disappearance, and outright sightings.
We are unsure of how best to get rid of them: I did some online research and the best possible solution that was mentioned was "lion manure." Sure. I'll be right on that.
Today, as I was hanging some things on the line, I heard a faint "meowing" sound.
Yup...our cat troubles are far from over. This little guy (his mother anyway) decided that the corner of our yard would be a great place to grow.
We disagree. Too bad we don't have much say in the matter.
4 comments:
I have a love/hate relationship with cats, so I can relate. Our poor cats have always come to bad ends, mainly for the habits such as you are describing which they did to our neighbours. Our best cat died after swallowing a Christmas ornament. You remember Frieda? Either she is alive in the lap of luxury (doubtful) or she is a mangy, unhappy barn cat or most likely her survival skills have failed her. It is a bad end, and I am sorry she is gone. Our new cat Tungsten has a nicer personality and is much more of a lap cat. Still cats are sometimes harder to love than dogs. If something bad happens to Tungsten, I think I will give up on cats forever. Clearly we aren't good for each other. Have you ever tried petting an affectionate cat who is purring? It is very soothing. I think those occasions are the only reason I like cats.
Katie wanted a cat so badly, she prayed every night for one. One day a sickly scrawny stinky mother cat appeared on our back deck, and promptly delivered 3 kittens. During one freezing cold day, one of the kittens got frozen to the ice under the deck. Katie managed to get it loose by pouring hot water on it (literally!), brought it inside beside the woodstove, and named it "Elmo". It turned out to be a great cat. No one owns cats - they own you, and you can't do much about it.
Don't feed them, unless you want them to stay.
Love,
MomNettie.
We had a cat problem at our old apartment and then our neighbours moved and suddenly we didn't have a cat problem anymore.
Solution: Make your neighbours move.
Hey Rebecca, after 4 years, our cat finally had enough of us and ran out the door last week. We haven't seen him since. Our neighbour's cat is trying to take up residence on our porch. Chasing him with a broom does not discourage him. Our sitter's cat just had kittens. Unfortunately, although they like to have lots of kittens around, if they don't watch the dog properly, he eats them. Yup, that's right. They think he thinks they are rats. But I think this "solution" only works for newborn kittens. I think you should stick to the lion manure...
Amanda
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