Mona

 Mona Lisa is one of the elderly wild kitties here from the big Olsen Lane colony I worked over a decade ago.

How time flies.  Several of the ones from the 60 cat endeavor ended up here.   Most of you who read my blog know the story.  Lady feeds 60 unfixed cats and kittens then sells her property leaving them behind.  Home inspector sees the situation and is horrified, calls me for help.

Yup, I got involved.   Anyway, all these years later, Mona needed a dental.  I could see her clawing at the side of her mouth, a pretty good sign of dental problems.   I tried all day, day before yesterday, to catch her.  I had the trap set up with the remote on it and a baby monitor to watch.   My back was acting up badly so I was fairly immobile for the day anyway.

In the end, however, I had to close off the cat door, that leads to the garage runs, garage cat room and the cat yard, and I had to close the window on the window box.  They can get to the cat yard two ways from it.  Then I climbed on a chair and netted her off a cat run.  Not ideal, for me or for her.  But it was  quick and I quickly got her from the net into the trap.

I hate doing that to my old lady cats.  Seems like doing it to a grandma.  Mona is such a kind hearted kitty, too, made it all that much harder.

Mona looks a lot like her sister (assumption only).  Her sister's name is Huckleberry.  I don't know Mona's age, maybe 15.  She was a mature adult when I first trapped her.

She's wild by nature and I've never petted her but that means nothing about her personality and character. Both are independent of her comfort level with people.  If I were a cat I'd run from every human.  Humans are often vicious and unreliable and destructive and not very curious, about our fellow earth dwellers.   Our human souls are all bunched up tight.

Mona Lisa had a vet appointment yesterday.  8 teeth were extracted.  Ouch!   She came home on pain meds with more to give her.  I set her up for comfort and warmth and so I could medicate her in the bathroom.  She wanted none of it.  She wanted out and to cuddle with her friends is what she longed for.  She'd had a scary day.

She did not eat last night, nor drink, which worried me enough to let other cats into the bathroom, so she could be reassured nothiing dangerous for her was really going on at all.  She's doing better now.

Molly was the other cat who went to the clinic yesterday.  She's Mason's sister.  Mason was fixed last week.  Both were found starved nearly to death by a woman on a rural property near a highly travelled road.   They're so lucky to have found her in time.   They couldn't get fixed until they gained some weight from their ordeal, but now they are both fixed and vaccinated and good to go.   She's relieved.  A couple years back or so, helped her get a mom and her five kittens fixed.  They were done at the FCCO.  Then a big unfixed Siamese male (now named Major Tom) showed up and we trapped him and got him done too.  Molly and Mason are the latest.

Molly, now fixed

There are a bunch of peacocks that roam her property.  Don't know where they came from.  She proably doesn't either.  Also now and then flocks of wild turkeys come through.   

Christmas lights popping up everywhere.  This display is beside a friend I visited yesterday.  It's really well done.