11-23-2019, 06:34 PM
(This post was last modified: 11-23-2019, 06:46 PM by Drunk Monk.)
We've seen so many pix of the Lynch Lair pride o kittehs (best thing on sitonmyfacebook) that I figure I should update our bungalow cat scene.
Skittle is alive and well, looking big, strong and clean. He lives in our lot somewhere. Our neighbor Mary in the back of our lot (three houses here - our century+ old bungalow and two rather odd granny flats) feeds all the beasts in the yard - intentionally birds and cats but ostensibly squirrels, gophers, rats, skunks, possums and coons. She's been away for the last 2 months but she hires our old neighbors, who were evicted by our drunk surfer neighbor across the street and now live on the other side of town, to come over every day and feed them. Their eldest daughter, Sophia, has a good rapport with Skittle. He comes to her and lets her pick him up. He spots me from across the yard and high tails it out of there. In his mind I took him from his comfy home (from his owners that kicked him out) took him to this strange scary place (my mom's) then to this other weird place (our bungalow) from which he escaped and now lives free as a feral in our backlot. I'm glad he looks healthy.
Then there's Billy. Billy is old, frail, arthritic, half blind and deaf. He was our neighbor's cat two houses down, but they gave up on him (in their defense, that neighbor's son was born without any body muscle. His mom is his caretaker - he is wheelchair bound and cannot do anything really - needs help to eat and eliminate. He's smart though - all he has is his mind. I'm not sure of his age - 40ish - I know he met Shatner and Nimoy when they filmed ST4 in Monterey because he had a lot of pix of that. I only met him once a few years ago when they needed some help moving him). Billy used to have a tag with their phone number but they've removed that. Now he just lives off Mary's feeding. But he doesn't. Skittle and Squirtl (Matt's cat from the other granny flat) are bigger and get all the food. So Billy comes by our place. And we started to feed him. So now he's adopted us. We just started letting him in now that it's getting cold. He's told us when he needs to go out and eliminate. Stacy bought him a chicken which she cooked and stripped, and we've been feeding him. I've been tapping Mary's tuna cache (she's given us a key to help but we don't get paid like our old neighbors).
Billy is not long for this world. He stumbles a lot and looks the wrong way when he hears noises. He doesn't groom himself well so he's scruffy and kind of smelly. He's been eating a ton. He's very bony. I'm a tad worried about fleas.
It's cat hospice and we just hope to give him some comfort for the transition.
Skittle is alive and well, looking big, strong and clean. He lives in our lot somewhere. Our neighbor Mary in the back of our lot (three houses here - our century+ old bungalow and two rather odd granny flats) feeds all the beasts in the yard - intentionally birds and cats but ostensibly squirrels, gophers, rats, skunks, possums and coons. She's been away for the last 2 months but she hires our old neighbors, who were evicted by our drunk surfer neighbor across the street and now live on the other side of town, to come over every day and feed them. Their eldest daughter, Sophia, has a good rapport with Skittle. He comes to her and lets her pick him up. He spots me from across the yard and high tails it out of there. In his mind I took him from his comfy home (from his owners that kicked him out) took him to this strange scary place (my mom's) then to this other weird place (our bungalow) from which he escaped and now lives free as a feral in our backlot. I'm glad he looks healthy.
Then there's Billy. Billy is old, frail, arthritic, half blind and deaf. He was our neighbor's cat two houses down, but they gave up on him (in their defense, that neighbor's son was born without any body muscle. His mom is his caretaker - he is wheelchair bound and cannot do anything really - needs help to eat and eliminate. He's smart though - all he has is his mind. I'm not sure of his age - 40ish - I know he met Shatner and Nimoy when they filmed ST4 in Monterey because he had a lot of pix of that. I only met him once a few years ago when they needed some help moving him). Billy used to have a tag with their phone number but they've removed that. Now he just lives off Mary's feeding. But he doesn't. Skittle and Squirtl (Matt's cat from the other granny flat) are bigger and get all the food. So Billy comes by our place. And we started to feed him. So now he's adopted us. We just started letting him in now that it's getting cold. He's told us when he needs to go out and eliminate. Stacy bought him a chicken which she cooked and stripped, and we've been feeding him. I've been tapping Mary's tuna cache (she's given us a key to help but we don't get paid like our old neighbors).
Billy is not long for this world. He stumbles a lot and looks the wrong way when he hears noises. He doesn't groom himself well so he's scruffy and kind of smelly. He's been eating a ton. He's very bony. I'm a tad worried about fleas.
It's cat hospice and we just hope to give him some comfort for the transition.
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