Sigh — this BLOG is not labeled “behind the scenes” for nothing. Don’t-cha just hate it when reality gets in the way of our rosy little fantasies? I do! I think I’m depressed. 😦
More on the realities of attempting to have a sweet little, quality breeding operation, and do it MY way — with no cages — with a male free to roam — with kittens allowed TRULY under foot.
Breeders cage their queens and kittens for a reason, folks! They have ‘stud quarters’ for a reason; and they keep studs separated from each other, the queens and the kittens for a reason. So far I’ve avoided this necessity and I will continue to do so, though I have had to modify my dream to some extent. I will quit breeding before I compromise beyond a certain point, that, I can assure you! Have I bitten off more than I can handle with my simplistic idea of cute, friendly little cats running around the house; everyone in complete accord with one another? Perhaps. Perhaps not. It’s possible that we will revert back to one big happy family when kitten season is over. Perhaps Kalahari will stay here and I will simply retire them all. Perhaps the perfect home will present its self to me and he will not stay here. Perhaps I will decide to re-home a few more of my spays/neuters to get the number down under the critical level again. As breeders go, I have very few cats, but nearly all of them are spay/neutered. I’m sorry to disappoint anyone, but I must be blunt about it. Many of you have been with me through my joys and tragedies alike, and I so appreciate it. This is what it takes to bring to you these fabulous little fur-balls. And they are fabulous! I love every single one of them, from the biggest and most obnoxious to the tiniest wisp of life in the palm of my hand.
Last night’s saga:
I quite literally ran out of rooms last night. Let me see… how did this particular bruhaha begin?
THE BRUHAHA: Nugget was outside with a few of the others. Poor little Nugget is the low cat around here and when she does come down from her safe room upstairs it thrills me. So, she was outside enjoying the breezes. I was a happy camper, when all of a sudden, in she pops through the cat door with one of the males on her tail. This is all a blur, so I’m not entirely sure how all this went down. In any case she was immediately attacked by Sirocco. Sweet little Sirocco! For reasons known only to Sirocco (and maybe Nugget), they have been sworn enemies from just before the birth of Sirocco’s kittens. I can’t allow them in the same room.
A little reality check here for anyone who doesn’t know this. When one cat attacks another, everyone lines up to get involved. AND IT HAPPENS FAST!! I was faster. I had Sirocco locked in her nursery before the fur hit the floor and before Nugget slammed the door upstairs, but I wasn’t fast enough in the long run. As I was leaning against Sirocco’s door, panting in triumph, the sounds of battle were escalating in the living room. I reentered the fray to find that Sahara had taken up the standard and was cussing out … someone: Simba Kahn? Kalahari? Quick as a ‘Flash’ I grab Sahara and whisk her into HER room. I heaved a sigh of relief. But I haven’t won yet, the battle continues to rage on behind me. This time it’s Tiny Bear. I field her in quickly and lock her in the laundry room. I’m now out of rooms and no more doors to close except the enclosure, so I herd Simba Kahn outside and close the cabana door so he can’t get back in. I retrieve a couple of kittens who’ve managed to escape being trampled, sort them all out by mother and put them all to bed for the night. BTW this is just before I was going to bed. I’m in a lather.
Basically, we ARE all just one big happy family… right up until we aren’t. LOL. 😀