But I'm not one to dwell on past mistakes (hush, Tiny Ninja and Danger Haley, if you have a different opinion).
While taking my morning break on the dorch (looks like a deck but the size of a porch), I was admiring our feline population. I have become, thanks to Tiny Ninja, an irresponsible cat owner. She found a stray at a friend's house some years ago and brought it home - a beautiful orange striped critter that she named Corker. Then she

To make a long story short, Corker's kittens (and every descendant litter) were/are barn cats: wild as March hares, untouched by human hands, and - consequently - all reproductively intact. The head count reached 17 when I began to despair, and my Mom laughingly reminded me that Grandpa Gail had 20-something when he was still living here (he also had a red fox that would eat out of his hand, but that's another story). We are down to 13 now so my cat food bill is manageable, and there was physical evidence that one of the newest babies actually caught a mouse, so maybe they are earning their keep after all.
If you know any wild cat herders, please send me contact information. I'm sure once we contain them, they would be docile for any vet prepared to impede their fertility.
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