Since our neighbour with the cats was evicted in September, the rooftops have been swarming with felines. Some of the permanent residents were put in a sort of pets’ hotel while the neighbour waits to be rehoused. The local council took away four others, and a couple of cats’ protection associations managed to catch another six that the neighbour for looking after for them on a temporary basis. We caught another one, a friendly female that lingered too long on the bathroom window ledge, and returned it to the cat lady. She’s a nice cat with the rather unusual name of Negrustia.
Last week we caught yet another, a brother of Horace’s (who you will be relieved to know is one of the cats relocated to the hotel) that fell two floors off the roof of the house onto the veranda. The cat was undamaged, unlike the veranda roof which now has a hole in it.
Earlier this week, the cat association brought in the big guns—cat traps. The two most wanted cats, Victor’s Little Sister, and her daughter Isabelle, were still at large. And so was Otto, along with several other unneutered tomcats.
To paraphrase the immortal words of G.W. “We got ’em!” We also got an extremely angry tom cat, one of the cat lady’s outdoor relief projects, which in fact belongs to a couple who live down the road.
With sixteen cats ‘in care’, and a kitten adopted by a neighbour, that still leaves maybe ten cats and a couple of litters of kittens unaccounted for. The kittens, I fear, are no longer of this world, and the others are either toms or sterilised females. At least the two worst offenders have been neutralised. I hope they find homes. They’re good cats, fighters and survivors.