I have a barn. And barns attract feral cats. The past winter, a pregnant cat showed up with her three children, around one year old.
My barn isn’t the only attraction. It is true that I care for the neighborhood cats (and raccoons and skunks and stray dogs and anything else that needs water and/or food).
I am responsible, though. We catch and spay or neuter them. Get them their shots. I always say it’s not the cat’s fault they are outside. We have rescued a few, but Yang and her kids, Boots, Goofball, and Angel Baby, are too feral to bring inside.
Yang had another litter, and this will be her last. The kittens are still skittish, but perhaps we can bring them indoors and socialize them. There are three orange ones, likely all boys, and we call them Winken, Blinken, and Nod. They have a sister who is a tortie just like her mom, but we haven’t decided on a name yet.
We have had cats come and go, hopefully fixed and healthy. The sad fact is that many meet untimely ends, especially the little ones. The harsh weather and predators take a heartbreaking toll.
Right now a very large barn owl has been particularly dangerous. Ironically, the old barn provides safety and a new group is thriving under the old roof
All of this is to say, I had a colony pop up and now I need some help for the vet. It costs us $90.00 to neuter a boy, and $120.00 to spay a girl.
As we get closer to catching the babies, I will post some pics of them. Meanwhile, here are some pictures of their home.
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