I manage a colony of strays downstairs in the public garden. About 15 come to dine each night.
In summer I keep putting fresh water everyday but they don't drink it because they much prefer the cold, flowing water from all the A/C units pipes in the buildings around.
Apart from that, they're spoilt brats who hunger-strike on me if I don't bring them fresh meat for dinner, so I'm angry at them now. One of them has gums disease, so I feed her only meats with a little water in the blender. Three of them nowadays live in my apt. because they hated the street life. So you can imagine I do little with my life other than care for cats. It's an enormeous amount of work, money, responsibility, worry and fights with cat-hater neighbors.
I just had to purchase a Havahart trap for when one of the strays is sick, to take them to the vet. Due to the cat-haters, I can't provide any kind of shelter in winter, except hide a couple cushions and rags among the bushes. Luckily the winters here are very short, dry and mild.
I feed a high-quality kibble for strays (costs double the regular kinds for strays) as default, and constantly bring them meats I find at special offer prices here and there. Occasionally also very fat yoghurt, fat milk, raw canned and chicken-meat stock I make from the big ones of the bones and the attached meat remaining from chicken wings.
Shopping, carrying heavy bags, calculating prices and searching for special offers, trapping, vet appointments, watering, cutting meats, feeding, petting, brushing (the ones that let me touch), giving attention, teaching them to get along and not be afraid of each other and of me, washing dishes after meat meals, planning online food purchases and ordering and receiving the food, bargaining with retailers, not to count all the work with the 3 former strays living in my apt. which takes even more time than the strays, taking them down for a stroll each time they feel like, going downstairs to ask if they're ready to come back home every half hour, petting non-stop and cheek-scratching, separating them and reassuring them when they fight between them, playing with wands, and all that house cats entails and more because I'm very devoted, I hardly have time to go to the office and come back. It's good I eat in the office, because I don't have time to eat or prepare food for me at home.
Oh, and it's worth all the trouble. Just seeing them go from starved, suffering creatures to pampered, spoilt-rotten sweet kitties makes my life worth living.
The Royal von Meouw Dynasty: His Royal Highness the late Prince von Meouw,
Her Royal Highness Princess Gatita von Meouw, Nikita Duchess of Meouw and
His Highness Cuchi-Cuchi, next in line for the throne of Prince von Meouw.
Last edited by Straysmommy; 07-27-2012 at 07:21 AM.