So, we moved a couple of cats Sunday. Dora had two kittens some time ago and the plan was to move all three. Daisy and Dora moved, but Bella never came into the house.
It makes me sad to remember raising Tiger, Dora, and Goldie. Only Tiger is left. Goldie ran away in March. Dora became quite wild while Tiger became docile. It seemed that we weren’t going to domesticate her or her kittens. Taking the to the pound seemed very cruel. However, as wild cats they knew how to catch food be afraid of people. It seemed better to take them out to a known cat colony in the country where they would at least have a chance. Hopefully Bella can be caught next weekend and moved.
I loved little Dora. Wish I could have saved her.
Tiger is a furry ball of purring love. He’s good with a few people and seems to get better all the time.
Mitten, my mom’s cat, still chases him and tries to rule the roost.