We here at the Dale Road Cat Project are ready to get out of the kitten business. But the Grand Matriarch seems to want to keep the project going. Because we’ve had every other cat fixed within a 50 mile radius over the last 12 months, we were hopeful that she wouldn’t be able to reproduce.
Where there’s a will, there’s a way.
“Bait” was named because we used him as such to try to catch dear old Grandma. It didn’t work. Damn her exceptional intelligence and insatiable libido. He has been living with us for about a week now in our kitten nursery (aka the guest bathroom), and has turned out to be the friendliest, nicest kitty of the Dale Road bunch to date. So I guess we’ll try to catch Grandma’s remaining babies, but if someone could invent some feline birth control that we can slip in to her food, that would be great.