I had assumed, based on her size, that Polly was around 6-7 months old (she is about half the size of Chappie, who was born in May). Imagine my surprise when I took her to the vet yesterday and was told that based on her teeth, she was at least a year old! Oh, and also pregnant. Great. Luckily, she was still fairly early on in her pregnancy, and I was able to leave her at the vet to be spayed. Still, I had been planning on taking her and Castor Bean to the super cheap, low cost clinic to be fixed in December during my break. I was not expecting to pay $170 to get her fixed. So that was definitely the bad news. The good news, though, is that she tested negative for the two Big Bads of feline health, FeLV and FIV, so when she comes home from the vet she can be introduced to the rest of the cats. She's spending the weekend and Monday at the vet, and I am sure that whatever aspects of her fear that she had overcome in the week that she was here will be gone, and we'll be starting again at zero for winning her over. Anyway, in the interim, let me leave you with some more pictures of her amazing feet:
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Yesterday the weather was lovely: highs in the 60s, sunny, clear blue sky. I decided that since it was such a lovely Saturday, I'd head out and take some pictures at one of the nearby springs. (High Springs gets its name from the high concentration of springs in the area.) There is actually rather a large number of springs within a short drive of my home. I could have gone to any of them. I chose to go to Ichetucknee Springs, which is not one of the closer ones, although given how close it is to where I grew up, it is the first spring I ever remember visiting as a child. It's packed with swimmers and tubers all throughout the warm months, so I never bothered going up there this summer - who wants pictures full of strangers in suspect swimwear? However, since the temperatures have dropped (even though this weekend was fairly warm) I figured the park would be pretty empty. I planned to hike around and take copious photos, as I do.
I got out of my car and was walking towards the main spring head when I heard it: MEOW! I mean, come on. Thousands of people visit Ichetucknee every year. The day *I* visit there's a stray kitty in the parking lot. She wasn't exactly feral or timid, but she wouldn't get close enough to catch, either. She made herself known and made it known that she was hungry, but she wouldn't let anyone catch her. I tried for over an hour, first with some stale old candy-corns that had been in my car for about a month and a half. Yes, she ate them. No, I wasn't able to catch her. Then I raided the trashcans in the picnic area for anything that might serve as bait. (Yes, I went dumpster diving for cat food. In public. People saw me.) I found half a pack of sliced ham that someone had thrown away. Score! Kitty loved it.... but was still way too fast for me to catch.
After over an hour, I decided to take a break from cat hunting and do what I'd come to do: take pictures of the springs. The springs looked great. The park is clearly doing a lot of restoration work around the main spring head to make the area surrounding it more natural (gone is the lawn of grass for sunbathers right alongside the springs, for example), and the water was very clear. There was more dark algae inside the spring (on rocks and such) than I remember from my childhood, but given the health issues of so many of Florida's springs, this was not too shabby. I was really amazed by how great Blue Hole Spring (the secondary spring source of the Ichetucknee river) looked. I always remember it as quite stagnant and covered in duckweed. However, it was clear, flowing, and surrounded by lovely fall colors.
I returned to the parking lot and the kitty came trotting up, meowing, but again, wouldn't let me close. I talked to several other people who also said they'd tried to catch her but hadn't had any luck. In the end, I put out the last of the sliced ham and drove home...
And felt bad about the kitty all night. She'd obviously been surviving off cast-offs from park visitors, but park visiting season was over. She wasn't big, and she was pretty skinny... and the temperatures are going to be in the low 20s on Tuesday night. Her chances of survival weren't good.
So I went back today with my cat trap:
Saturday, November 1, 2014
I finally finished my first big project as a homeowner, one which I've been working on since August. I knew as soon as I saw this house for the first time that if I bought it, the carpet in the absurdly large bedroom was going to have to go. Pets plus carpet inevitably equals disaster. Of course, I had hoped to prolong the carpet's life as long as possible, in order to save some money and perhaps pay off my fumigation bill... but after my mother gifted me with Castor, the Peeing Little Puppy, the carpet's days were numbered. I started pulling it up and putting down tile in late August, doing a little at a time, and I only just finished this evening. Take a look: