Slurpy, Soda, Tex, Rex and Tikiwiki

I got crapped out on for tomorrow's cats. A Chevron gas station attendent was supposed to call me, to arrange getting his cat fixed tomorrow. She's had many litters. But he never called.

The woman whose five cats were fixed yesterday was supposed to call when she had the other two not yet fixed back at her place this afternoon, plus some of the unfixed six cats of her friend so they could all be fixed tomorrow--six in all. I never heard from her and phone calls to her place produced no answer and voicemail box full.

So I crapped out on all accounts. I"m not sure why people don't realize getting their cats fixed for almost nothing is a really good deal.

I'm not sure why they don't jump at the chance. But often they don't. They'll even pledge to have their cat ready, to be fixed for free, even transported for free, and never come through on the pledge. Now, what in the world is up with that? Seems really really stupid.

So, in trying to catch three cats at the deceased caretakers trailer, for whom I have a barn home lined up, I caught instead three kittens. The barn home people only want adults and wild adults, because they have a dog who sometimes gets loose and he has killed at least one cat in his life. So who do I catch? The kittens. Only three of them. There are six more to catch but I won't be trying until I have someplace for them to go.

Soda, the Maine Coon mix 34th street kitten.
Slurpy, her gorgeous brother. These cats are extraordinarily beautiful. Wish I could find them homes!
After catching Tikiwiki, the torti kitten the old woman had taken in as a house cat, before she died Monday evening, she meowed until I took her out of the carrier and held her, inside my coat.
Rex, one of the male tabby kittens. I caught him and Tex, his brother, when trying briefly to catch a couple of the adults there, because I did have one barn home, but they want only adults and only wild adults.

Tex, the black tux boy kitten, neutered a couple of weeks ago, now without a home.