My name is Ross and I am a member of a feline nation. Granted, I am not a cat myself, but I am tasked with supporting the needs of 11 resident rescues and the occasional group of foster kittens and cats at our 5-acre Silverhill, Alabama residence we call Casa Del Gatos.
To be perfectly honest, my wife Judy does the vast majority of the real work. I just do the heavy lifting and feed when needed and provide cat seating space on and around my body at various times of the day.
This is far from a thankless job, as most of our assorted "broken" kitties are extremely grateful and repay me with many cat-gifts. Assorted occasional deposits of waste products in unpredictable locations and a mouthful of fur when I awake every day immediately come to mind. However, we also receive moles, mice, rats, rabbits and squirrels in various degrees of life, death and dismemberment. These are, as far as we know, caught by only two of the outside cats - both females.
Sassy (short for Sasquatch), a polydactyl Maine Coon who is physically intact but mentally unstable and a perpetual victim of the others, is the original hunter. She also has some odd ideas about what constitutes a cat bed.
Lila (short for Delilah) though has joined in the fun too. She is a calico DSH who was savaged by a coyote and required substantial reconstructive surgery and physical therapy by Judy before she could walk again. Now walking almost normally, she only limps when it is cold (probably the steel pins in her leg?) She also has a penchant for sleeping ONLY in a basket on top of the fridge. As you can see, her infirmity changed her sitting habits a bit.
More from A Feline Nation soon ...
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