Damn Mama Cat
Alex’s mom is a ho. She’s a cat, but still. For the last few months there’ve been any amount of mewling, petulant Toms skulking around the garden, sneaking into the kitchen and peeing on stuff. Now, predictably, she’s pregnant again. Worst of all, since I adopted her last surviving kitten, I feed her sometimes as well. I’m pretty sure she’s going to give birth on my verandah.
So, one of these days I’m going to wake up to cat placenta and sprawling bundles of trouble on my doorstep. I was going to ask the vet about cat abortion but that’s a stupid question and too late anyways. Alex is getting fixed this month. If I can ever catch her she’s next. Getting involved in other lives is a damn mess.