Once we completed our Sunday-morning chores, aka injecting money into the Central Texas economy, I corralled the friendly kitty who has been squatting on the back porch into a carrier. She didn’t like this as she cried constantly. Then I walked over to the house behind mine to see if the residents recognized the cat. The three little girls did as they stated her name, Princess, immediately. I explained the situation, namely harboring her in the garage during last week’s freeze, and promised not to feed Princess so she will stay with the family who loves her. I threw in my offer to have Princess neutered. The oldest appearing girl said no thanks and someone mentioned Princesses recent offspring. While I walked home, rather sad about “losing” the kitty, I stupidly realized I should’ve politely asked to speak with the parents…maybe they would understand the need to have their cat neutered. However, I have a feeling it would be wasted energy. Too many people don’t understand the ecological damage domesticated animals do (hell, they have no clue about humans as they keep breeding a la Idiocracy), especially one which can breed very rapidly and lacks natural predators. There are coyotes around the outskirts of Austin but they don’t make a dent in the feral cat population problem.
And yes, I see the joke as Somara pointed out later…her name is Princess Buttercup.
Meanwhile, I can get back to working on the less friendly Tybalt. I wouldn’t be surprised if he was the father of Princess’ litter.