Vixey’s Pawprints

All my life I have loved animals. Cats have never been a particular interest of mine though. Until a few years ago when a mother cat (MeowMeow) and her two kittens (Tiger & Snowy) made their home in the drain outside my house.

A whole new world opened up for me. And for the first time in my life I witnessed the unique personality & behaviour of felines. Not long after that, the first bullet of pain shot through my heart. Snowy, at less than two months old, went missing and was found dead two roads away from my home.

That was three years ago. Now I have Tiger’s two sons, Maddie & Ginger. (Just don’t ask why they have female sounding names…just don’t ask I say!)

MeowMeow and another daughter of hers; Annie. And Annie’s month old kittens; Greyie, Brownie and Limpy. These are just the regular cats that live in the front of my home. Now at the back, I have Kitty, Bella & Comic.

Towards the end of last year, Bella gave birth to 4 of the cutest kittens I have ever seen; Fifi, Pepe, Mimi & Mumu. Unfortunately, they all fell ill and before their second month, all died one by one. I cannot even begin to describe the pain I felt.

Fifi was the last to die and my pain was only overshadowed by the grief Bella felt. She refused to believe her baby was dead. And kept licking it, meowing at it and clutching it close to her heart for a good two hours. Only then did she let me take Fifi’s body from her to be buried. I will never ever forget the pain in her eyes. Never.

Just a couple of weeks ago, MeowMeow the ever fertile Queen decided to bring down from the roof her new litter of kittens. Two chubby little black & white balls of fur. Their fate was to die in the jaws & paws of my neighbour’s dog. Again, the pain of seeing their tiny mutilated bodies was too much for me to bear. For days after their death, MeowMeow took to roaming the streets at night, calling out for them pitifully.

My mother & I are trying our best to spay the cats in our neighbourhood to control the number of strays roaming the streets. But it is expensive and quite difficult to catch some of them. Eventhough MeowMeow has been eating at our home for 3 years, she still refuses to allow us to touch or carry her.

All we can do, is to give them food & shelter as best we can. Each day, when I see my favourite cats coming home, I breathe a sigh of relief that no harm has come to them. A few days ago, I saw a little cat, lying dead on the road in a pool of blood. It was heart wrenching. It was one of MeowMeow’s kittens from a litter many months ago.

Who in their right mind would want to read what my perverted deviant mind spews out on this weblog? Ahhh…yes..I know at least one person would. My far away husband who has an equally perverted deviant mind. Anyway, all I can think of right now is that he is coming home in a couple of days and we are going away for a holiday. Wahoo!!!!!

Here it is; the evidence of my life of leisure. Clearly I have more time on my hands than necessary if I have succumbed to the lure of blogs. Time will tell where my ramblings will lead us too.