First off, I want to thank my informant, because she knows how much I love my cats. Then, my sister emailed me with the same information that she gleaned from the internet. The Hubby was promptly called at home, and he promised to keep an eye out for any city employee who might come snooping. He assured me that it was all a tempest in a teapot, but no one messes with Patty O'Malley and Sweetie! I texted one neighbor too, who has several cats. I started planning a door-to-door campaign, advised everyone that for all these years, we've been allowed to TNR in peace, but the tables may have turned.
I was upset, to say the least. Then, word came when my friend called the county animal shelter and found out that they figured there was going to be NO CHANGE in the way things have been all along. So, we all could stand down, but we must be vigilant. Those visions of trapping, and collars and fees paid, all swirled in my head. I was a mess, in all honesty.
|Sweetie loves this box!|
|Looking up Patty's nose...and he's missing an ear!|
This morning, Chucky wasn't feeling very well. Stuff came out of both ends. The Hubby rocked him in his arms, and made me leave the house for work with the promise that he'd watch over Chuck all day. As of 1:45 pm, no word from home, and since no news is good news, I'm hoping that the cat finally ate something and perhaps got some water too. As far as we can tell, there has been no change in food or ingestables for weeks now, so maybe he ate a bug or something. Will keep you up to date.