The cat surgery was completed successfully and two very unsteady and disorientated cats came home to the barn. As Val left the next day to spend two weeks in the UK, any issue over their care fell to me.
They’re hardy and resilient little things, and have soon settled back into their relaxed lifestyle. Of course, they do have to run and hide when the dogs come hurtling round a corner, but most of the time they have a very pleasant life. It’s no wonder they have not moved on – it’s hard to imagine that they would readily find someone else who would line up a series of bowls of top-quality cat food. And then watch contentedly while they scoffed it.
The standard procedure had been to take sterilised cats back to the vets after 7 – 10 days to get checked out and have the stitches removed. I talked to the vet about this, and the likely difficulty in catching them again. She said that it really wouldn’t matter too much, as the stitches would fall out anyway after a month or two.
Having had the pressure taken off me, I have actually managed to get quite friendly with Lula and Fifi. The latter actually allows me to stroke her head while she is feeding now. Lula is more cautious, but she will allow me to come within about a metre when she is eating. When Val returns we shall consider whether the upset and stress of being caught and transported to the vet would be worthwhile.
For the moment, I am just happy that we have no fecund females. Only Tabby and Eric to go before we reach the aim of total feline sterility. Until the next pregnant one arrives . . . . .