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Sad to say, we weren't able to trap Ross and Rachel's mom in time.  We did have the trap out, but we caught the same stupid possum three nights in a row.  I gave up.  The last night, the way the possum was in the trap, I thought it had died.  It hadn't, thank God, but I just didn't have the stomach for it.
 
Little Bit, as we had been calling the mom, started showing.  She was pregnant again.  And on August 3rd, 2004, she had her second litter of the year.  But she moved this litter out of our yard, where I couldn't keep an eye on them. 
 
When I finally saw them, there were three little black kittens.  Great.  By the time they would be old enough to adopt out, it would be Halloween.  That is, if I could catch them at all.  Bad deal.  Really bad deal.
 
As before, at the end of the fourth week, she brought them up to the driveway and under the car.  But these kittens weren't as friendly as the April litter.  They weren't used to humans at all.  And she was much more protective of them.  As a matter of fact, the day after I first saw them under the car, she moved them back to the neighbor's yard.  But within days, she was back with them.
 
On 9/11, I realized that I couldn't let them go much longer.  I had to catch them as soon as I could, or there it would be very hard to socialize them.  My Los Angeles friends were willing to take them all, I just had to get them.  Mom was gone and I took advantage of her absence.  I got two kittens without much problem, then she came back.  I had one more kitten to get and she wasn't having any part of it.  I used my bamboo back scratcher to deflect her swift paws, with the extended claws as I searched for the remaining kitten.  I found the kitten on the back tire of the car.  She was hiding under the car cover. 
 
The first kitten I brought into the house was the hissiest kitten.  Staying with the "friends" naming theme, I named him Joey.  It took a couple of days for him to quit hissing at me every time he saw me, but he did.  I do have to admit it was pretty amusing.  I'd lay on the bathroom floor and he's walk over me, hissing at various body parts. 
 
Joey has a little white spot on his chest and his back toes have a little white on them.  A way to tell him apart from the other two kittens.
 
 
 

 

 


 

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