A kitten in your backyard.

Waste of money if you ask me.
 
Got 811 ft!:nya:

Bah, mine got over 1100 ft. Poor kitty, then he got hit by a bunch of spikes... he had a nice flight though...



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On two occasions, stray cats have come to our house to give birth (once on the front porch, once in the backyard) never seeming to bother the neighbors. My dad, the first time, suggested ignoring it and then throwing out the "kittensickles" (it was winter) the next day, but he got out-voted.
 
If it was a dog, I'd throw rocks at it til it went away or died.
Good for you.I guess.:confused:

Of course in my "neck-of-the-woods" you could be charged for animal cruelty.Midsemeanor of 1st degree(maximum of 6 month in county jail is one of the consequences).

I won't tell on ya ,though.:mischief:
 
Kittens rule, anyone who hates kittens is unworthy of life.
For a change I agree with Perfection.

If you can, adopt it. Kittens will add much joy to your life.

Make sure you fix it though. As horrible as genital mutilation is it's not humane to allow more kittens to be brought into the world while so many are already put to sleep.

Make sure you feed it well. Newman's Own makes an organic cat food that I feed my cats (along with raw free-range meat & eggs).
 
Take it to a pound. I don't want to kill it, but I don't want a resource wasting furball in my house, either.
 
I'm all for fun and humor, but as I take pauses from the site and come back it keeps getting worse and worse here. It's close to being a kindergarten for crying out loud, compared to some other fun-ass forums. I can barely find a good quality thread anymore. :( That's unfortunate because I really used to enjoy it. Of course, it's not everyone.

Anyway, I'd keep the cat. I love cats and dogs.
 
GVBN said:
I would call Confuse-A-Cat Ltd
I thought that was for when your cat is immobile..?

Anyway, first I'd have a vet check it. Then, go and see if there are any posters declaring a missing kitten. Then, if there are none, put up posters declaring a found kitten. If it's still with me, I'd see if any of my friends want it. Then I'd take it to the shelter.
After that, I'd sit down and watch the animated short 'The Cat Came Back'.
 
This is not a hypothetical for us, it's happened once already while we've lived here (although it was my girlfriend's workplace's backyard). What we do is take in the kitten as a houseguest (we have three cats and that's already one too many, but they're fairly tolerant if not accepting), try to find out if it has a home or not, take it to the vet and get it fixed, and then let it live with us until a spot opens up at one of the local no-kill shelters.
Kudos to people who foster kittens/adult cats! :thumbsup:

A kitten found its way to your backyard and it hangs around and won't leave. You're not sure if it have an owner or if it's a stray.

1) What do you do?
2) Do you think it's the right thing to do?
This did happen to me, back in October of 1993. We got back from shopping one afternoon, I happened to look out the back window, and saw a tiny grey kitten in the back yard. We couldn't figure out how it got there, since our yard is fenced on all sides (VERY high fence on two sides).

I asked around the neighborhood and down at the corner store (where anybody who loses a pet is sure to put up a notice), and nobody was missing a grey kitten. So I concluded it was a stray.

It took my dad and me TWO WEEKS to catch that kitten. He was extremely quick to dart away, and difficult to corner, but we did it. And during those two weeks, every few hours I would bring out food and milk for him (he was really young) -- and hope he'd be able to get some into him before it either froze or the magpies got to the food first.

My grandmother didn't like to see me running myself ragged for a stray cat. "Give up!" she said on more than one occasion. But I decided that I would not give up unless I found the kitten's dead body, either from dehydration, being attacked by a bird, or because it had frozen (that was one of the coldest Octobers I can ever remember). This was one of those times that comes in a person's life when you just HAVE to do something because your conscience won't let you not do it. If I'd just given up on that kitten, I would have been ashamed of myself for the rest of my life.

Fast forward... It's 2007, and that kitten is now an elderly cat who is, as I type, sleeping at my feet. He'll be 14 years old this year (in September), and I've never regretted for a moment the lost sleep and other inconveniences I had while trying to catch him, tame him, and train him. Those are trivial in comparison to the years of love and companionship he's given our family.
 
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