To catch the feral kitties and get them to their new, good home onna farm, Momma's been usin' kitty carriers for the easy-to-catch kitties, and she's been using humane traps fur overnight. Well, lookie what got in onna the traps:
That ain't no kitty cat! And it ain't a vishus deer, and it ain't a evil coffee stirrer! It's a POSSUM!!!!
I thought I'd be skeered of a possum -- efun his pickshure -- but really, he looks kinda friendly, don't he? Lookit, he's efun smilin'! Momma and Daddy said he was a furry nice possum and that he didn't understand what he'd done to wind up in jail. He didn't get fuzzed up or spew or try to bite or nothin'. When Daddy let him out, Mr. Possum just went a-waddlin' off into the weeds, hehe.
Here's a pickshure of onna the kitties momma caught yesterday, who went to her new home this mornin'. Her name's Preacher. Ain't she purr-etty? Though Momma's gonna miss Preacher a lot, it does Momma's heart good knowin' Preacher's somewhere safe now, along with her sweet son, Abe.
And this is Starlight, onna the three kitties Momma's still gotta catch. But she'll catch him! She's a determmined woman.
Thankies so much, effurykitty, fur your good luck wishes and hugs and purrs! You've really helped my Momma. Keep them good luck vibes coming! The Cat Blogosphere is the bestest place on the innernets.
Love and kissies to my sweetie Ariel!