Laughter is the Best Medicine

Last week I noticed a very pregnant cat running through the neighborhood, actually running out of my mothers garage. This is very disturbing to me as I am known as the neighborhood relocater. Cats must be able to talk to each other, because it seems that my mothers garage is like Motel 6 for stray and abandoned pregnant cats. I can just hear them discusing their living arrangements with the new comers in the area, and pointing a paw to each house and discussing the times that dinner is put out for the animals that actually live in each house and when the new ones can show up and eat.

All but one cat in the area that we live in have been spayed or neutured. Except for one very fiesty male cat. I call him Frico the wonderer. I was feeling pretty good about no unwanted animals when I spyed a very pregnant calico female. She had to have been abodoned or dropped off in the area because I had not seen her before. It was Friday night and I already had a plan to set my animal traps with tuna in the can and take her to the vet down the street to adopt her & her kittens out.

I will never hurt and animal, just take then somewhere else where they can get shelter, food & water. I woke up Sat. morning feeling very sure of myself that I caught her and could take her to the vet and be at my grandchildrens scoccer games by 10:am.

What a shock when I checked my animal trap. I didn’t catch a very pregnant cat, it was a very big, ugly and very nasty smelling Possium. This is the 4th possium that I have caught but this one was twice the size of the other ones and much much uglier and mean looking. This one scared me. Since I was running short on time. I put the cage in my car and took it with me to the soccer games, I decided that my son in law could help me let this one loose in the woods.

The possium stunk so bad I was sick to my stomach by the time I got to the soccer field. I had all four of my windows rolled down on the highway so the wind would blow the smell out, but it still stunk. I asked my son in law to help me let it go in the woods and he put on a very brave face and said sure, I’ll help you. When it came time to open the cage my son in law stood about 5 foot behind me with my long ice scrapper in his hand to protect me if he needed to Of course by the time he would have gotten tp me I would have already been bitten.

Long story short, the possium has a new home and I have a cleaned out detailed car.

And how was your day.

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