The Other Women

These are two of the other chicks that hang out at Big Oil Company. The site is full of feral cats. Most of them females and only the one male (it’s the way of feral cats). In the ultimate wisdom of the BOC powers that be, they’re going to start putting out rat poison this spring. Now there are very few rats around because of the cats. So when the remaining rats eat the poison and the cats eat the rats… You know where this is going right?

The guy who works at BOC that is a cat lover and flirts with me all the time (herein known as EC2.0), is working on getting the girl on the left comfortable enough with him so he can adopt her. The guys have named her “Rocket Socks”. How awful a name is that? Good Greif! Anyway, she follows him around, and hangs out in his office in the construction trailer. Soon she’ll be living in his cozy house with the resident big fat cat. Lucky little one.

The other girl, and I forget what they call her (but it is equally as awful), would probably be a prime candidate for adoption, except for that she is obviously pregnant. This is not something I need to know on top of the whole rat poison thing. And there is another female around who they think just had kittens. Gah!

Before I knew it I said “That’s what I want, a kitten.”

“If I find where she had them, and I can get one, do you want it?” EC2.0 asked.

“Yeah.” It was out before I thought about it.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have too soft a heart when it comes to animals. Too tender hearted. I know I can’t save them all, but I can do what I can.

Right?

OMG! A kitten.