The ignorance factor
Because whoever had these cats didn’t spay and neuter early, these cats are seriously disabled when it comes to getting along with other cats. Cruiser (the orange and white boy) has taken up residence under the house. He only comes out to eat, or he will come out if coaxed long enough, if I am the only one there. He will rub up against me and headbump me if I am in a kneeling position. If I am standing, he stays away.
Wyatt is absolutely not accepting any male cat, neutered or otherwise. He got out of his enclosure yesterday and I spent the better part of two hours squirming under the house on my belly trying to capture him again. He and Cruiser were doing the Tomcat Tango (that slow circle confrontation) where they just keep circling endlessly while their growls and cries fill the air. Wyatt is now in a place where there are no other cats and very few people for miles. The farmland has acres of woods and hills so he can hunt to his heart’s content. The people don’t own any other cats, they have dogs, sheep and goats. There are several older outbuildings and a barn he can find shelter in. I doubt anyone will take the time to play with him or love up on him, but hopefully, he will be happy there. He was most unhappy being confined here and last night he didn’t stop crying for hours. I am sure my neighbor was less than pleased. Because his pee is still so smelly, he can roam the woods and mark the trees and get rid of the stench easier than he could if he was confined in a home.
Twirl is waiting upstairs for her date with the veterinarian surgeon. I am going to call and see if I can get her in quicker, now that her ears have cleared up. They were horribly infected. Her surgery has been scheduled for the end of May, but I can see that she is still in pain with her one ear, so would like to see if I can bump up her surgery date. As I told the vet, if he opens her up and finds she isn’t carrying kittens but is riddled with tumors, just don’t wake her up. She is a sweetie though-