|Well done, you've
stuck with it. Here's the next batch.
to those bin cats who gave birth in early 2016. Molly was one of the
ones who disappeared to look after her babies. At the end of the season
I caught her and had her neutered when the volunteer vets were here. I
kept her in Bear's cage while she recovered from the anaesthetic but
when I opened the door to release her, she climbed on the sofa and
there she stayed.
Molly turned out to be another supermum and ultimately moved in four of
her kittens. She is a very gentle girl with a much less ferocious
mothering style than Zelena. She's also generous, adopting Gizmo into
was Molly's kitten from the May litter. I'd never seen him before but, bold as brass, he followed
his Mum up the drive for dinner the day after she was neutered. He
moved right in and never had a moment's trouble fitting in. He loves
his siblings from the September litter and was very protective of them
when they were small. He spends a lot of time outside but knows which
side his bread is buttered and is always indoors when he's hungry,
wants comfort or when the weather is bad.
|Monty, Ella and Timmy|
are the kittens from Molly's litter in September 2016. I thought I'd
dodged a bullet by getting her neutered at the end of the season.
Then my neighbour's little girl asked me if I'd seen the kittens
and informed me Molly had been 'giving them milk' by the bin at the
bottom of the drive. It was only a matter of time before Molly
taught them to move into the garden and come to the balcony for food.
As the weather turned they made it into the house and stopped going out altogether. .
being constant residents these three were very nervous and it took many
months before they would come near me or let me touch them. The
boys are a bit braver. They sometimes seek out fuss and have even made
it up to the bedroom to sleep a few of times. Ella is more wary and
spends a lot of time in the garden with her Mum. But they all
know the score now and all three are at the head of the queue when it
comes to mealtime.|
|The Jessie-alike (Jesse)|
looks very like a a cat I used to have (Jessie). He has been around for
a few years and has a wide stomping ground. I used to give him
biscuits if he happened to be at my local bin but he’s always been
happy doing his own thing. Until Zelena and Molly began their
recruitment drive and encouraged him up to the house. I’m pretty sure
he’s one of their baby daddies. He has a distinctive white tip to his
tail and so do many of the kittens. I managed to get him neutered at
the end of the 2016 season when the volunteer vets were here so he won’t be
responsible for any more. But now he's decided he belongs, coming to my windowsill at least twice a
day for food and hanging around for fuss when his bowl is empty.
one of the baby daddies from the bin, recruited to the house by Zelena
and Molly. There's not much doubt that Monty & Ella are his. Black
Jack was doing the rounds scrounging what he could from nearby
houses but, like Jesse, he's now a regular fixture on my windowsill.
I went on a neutering drive in early 2017 when a couple of the
female bin cats were pregnant and was fortunate enough to catch Black
Jack and put an end to any future family planning while I was at it.
one that got away. No Ears was heavily pregnant and the main
reason why I went on the early 2017 neutering drive. She lives at
a bin en-route from Mum's house. I drop Mum's rubbish there on my
way home and give No Ears biscuits if she happens to be around.
Being pregnant and hungry she went further afield looking for food and
found out where I live. She's a canny girl who's been living on the
streets for a couple of years so, although I can stroke her and pick
her up she wouldn't come anywhere near me with a cat box in sight. I
had to give up and she had her kittens at Easter. I'm hoping she'll
take them to the hotel next to her bin in season but for now she's
still a permanent fixture being fed at my house.
to those bin cats who were pregnant in early 2016. Emily was the last
of those 3 musketeers. She disappeared to do her own thing after giving
birth but turned up again in early 2017. Pregnant again, I was
fortunate enough to catch her this time and prevented 2 more
kittens being born. A familiar story, she's now attached herself
to the house and turns up regularly on the windowsill demanding her
share of food and willing to fight her Fred is a very nervour boy
corner to get it.
is a very nervous boy but, miraculously, I managed to catch him on my
2017 neutering drive. He won't even come out of hiding until I walk
away from the biscuits so it speaks volumes for the powers of sardines
and a quick shove into the cat box. Poor Fred is so pretty and
his manly bits so little in evidence that he'd been shaved and an
incision made on his stomach before the vet realised he was a boy.
The error was corrected and Fred's no worse for wear. He
still comes for dinner but gets chased off so he needs lots
of supervision to be certain he gets his fair share.