Feral Feline Follies - An Update

Jeannie has been busy in her quest to trap every feral cat in our area, so they can get to meet Doctor Klippensnip, at the Pet Vet Cruiser. Last Monday she scored her twenty-second catch, a tortie named Momma Girl. This morning, after spending two nights in our recovery room/garage, Momma Girl went back to her colony behind the Winn Dixie strip mall.

Sometimes J takes cats to the "bus" or picks them up after their surgery when she isn't even the one who caught them. Yesterday she picked up Rudy, a big orange tomcat from over in Daytona Beach who had a tumor on his naughty bits. J took Rudy to live at a cat shelter out in the country.

My adoptive sister Jenny, who enjoys theater productions, wrote a short play in honor of Rudy's rite of passage. The setting is a cat shelter out in the country:

TOMCAT: I went for a walk in the woods.

LADYCAT: Oh, that's good.

TOMCAT: No, that's bad. There was a crazy lady with a trap.

LADYCAT: Oh, that's bad.

TOMCAT: No, that's good. She was only trying to do what's best for me.

LADYCAT: Oh, that's good.

TOMCAT: No, that's bad. She took me to a doc-in-the-bus.

LADYCAT: Oh, that's bad.

TOMCAT: No, that's good. The doc gave me medicine that made me feel soooo relaaaxed.

LADYCAT: Oh, that's good.

TOMCAT: No, that's bad. The whole reason she gave me the medicine is that I had a tumor on my testicles.

LADYCAT: Oh, that's bad.

TOMCAT: No, that's good. She lopped off the tumor.

LADYCAT: Oh, that's good.

TOMCAT: No, that's bad. She lopped off the testicles.