As some of you may or may not know, about last April or May, a cat chose our next door neighbors' patio as the place where she would have her kittens. Since then, the three kittens, their mother, another mother cat, one of her kittens, and two male cats have become regulars in our area. Well, the female kittens are coming of age, and lately there has been no shortage of gentletom callers. Or actually, I guess the callers are more of the rabble. There's been a lot of fighting and yowling, is what I'm saying. It's getting to be a problem.
So the neighbors have decided to take matters into their own hands, and get all the mollies spayed. I'm not sure why they decided to take the females in for surgery instead of the males (since neutering a male is so much easier and less expensive than spaying a female), but maybe it's because they feel more ownership over the females, while the males have clearly gone the rounds of the complex and have possibly adopted themselves into several families that may or may not consider them "theirs," and might get upset if someone took action on them without their approval.
Anyway, the point is, we got a knock on our door Tuesday night, and it was one of our neighbors explaining the situation. The mollies have been pretty elusive so far, but they had managed to capture one of them and get her to the vet. Now she needed a place to recover, but they couldn't take her in to their apartment, because they already had a cat who was not prepared to let other felines into her space. So would we be so kind as to take care of this kitty while she convalesced?
Well, those kittens practically live in our apartment already, so we figured why the heck not. So they went to their garage and retrieved the molly, and lo and behold, it was little Miss Bamboo, the very same cat who is always the first to dash into our apartment when we open the door to let Page out. At least we knew she would be in a familiar, comfortable place during her stay.
We let her out of the cat carrier, and she asked for some petting for a little while before she went and hid under the couch. Which is where she stayed for the next 24 hours. We were a little worried about it, but since she had just had major surgery, we figured as long as she was still breathing, she'd probably be fine.
The next night, I was awakened by the sounds of the piano. Apparently Bamboo was now energetic enough to not only explore, but to make some music! After that, all I knew was that she was availing herself of Page's fountain (which she lapped at very loudly) and used the litter box twice. So now we knew her bodily functions were probably in order. The next morning, we caught her chasing a large cockroach...and then she went back into hiding under the couch.
Around lunchtime, Page wanted to go outside, and Bamboo went, too...and Little Boy Cat came inside, which was not favorable, because Gaston was going to arrive any minute to take us to Disneyland. Fortunately, it wasn't hard to get him outside again, but then we invited Bamboo back inside, because the post-op instructions said to keep her inside for three to five days, and she'd only been here for two. So when Gaston arrived, we invited her back in, and who should join her but Little Boy Cat. It took us a little bit longer to leave for Disneyland than we had expected.
When we got back from a day of frivolities, Bamboo dashed outside as soon as we opened the door. We figured she was energetic enough, it was probably okay to let her stay out there, but again, she was technically supposed to be here for at least three days, so we invited her to stay the night and she took us up on it. As far as I know, she stayed under the couch all night, but this morning she was demanding attention like nothing else. She's outside right now, and I think we're done babysitting her. It was nice to have a guest, but it's also nice not to have to worry about the extra responsibility.
Today I'm thankful for having a chance to help a kitty in need, not being entirely braindead after our trip to Disneyland (it probably helps that we didn't go out for breakfast, so we all slept in), Bamboo having recovered nicely (as far as we know; cats are so good at playing it cool), not having any epic feline battles, and hopes of having the means to go out to breakfast next time Gaston comes over (I can't get over those German pancakes).