Gerald and Samantha were at the playground just now, accompanying husband for his taiji.
Gerald missed the whole earlier episode with Furby.
Meanwhile, Furby is still mewing in the drain under our driveway. I noticed she had not finished her food, so maybe she isn’t as hungry as I’d thought.
Gerald and Sam came back with husband, and as usual Gerald made his Ah Long calls for food. He is SO vocal.
Husband said he could catch Sam quite easily. I told him to try and wished him all the best.
Sam – 1, Human – 0. Ding, ding, ding!! A few seconds of pandemonium broke out as husband tried to scruff her. Before he could, Sam jumped sky-high and shrieked, sending Gerald scuttling off to under the car. But did Sam run off? No, she didn’t. She just moved away, waited for a few seconds, and nonchalantly came back to eat, so confident that you wouldn’t dare try to catch her again.
I know it’s going to be very, very difficult to catch Sam even though we can go so very close to her when feeding her. She’s way too street-smart and too cautious.
Is she even pregnant or not? I don’t know!
Her belly never got a chance to go back to its original non-pregnant size, though. It still looks big.
Let’s see now, Sam delivered on 24th November (that’s the day she stopped coming for food entirely and she came back to eat on 26th November). So, it’s already 24 days since she delivered and yet, her belly has not returned to its non-pregnant size. If the mating by Gerald was successful, that’s on 6th December, and if that wasn’t successful, she was with Bushy on 7th December. So if she got pregnant, it is only 12 days now, definitely visible on ultrasound.
If we can catch her, we will take her for an ultrasound to check.
But the problem is, we cannot catch her.
When such things happen, I console myself that my dear friend took EIGHT YEARS to finally catch the female cat she had been feeding. Yes, eight years, not eight months. EIGHT YEARS.
And Daffodil’s feeder could not catch her for ten years during which, according to her feeder, she kept getting pregnant and losing all her litters. It was only after we moved here that we jointly managed to catch her for neutering. She was already 10 years old then. Daffodil lived with us for another 7 years as a CNRM-cat before passing on very peacefully of old age.
Daffodil was Ginger and Rosie’s mother. Only Ginger, Rosie and I suspect, Benson, survived from her many, many litters through the years (information from the feeder). Ginger and Rosie were our CNRM-cats too, but Benson was a prodigal son. He could not be caught and did not stay with Daffodil. I only suspect that Benson could have been Daffodil’s son from an earlier litter, but I am not sure. Benson came to ask for help once, sitting at our garbage compartment. He had lost almost all his fur, I suspect, from some skin problem. But I could not catch him. I did not see him anymore after that last encounter. Benson was a street fighter and I had noticed him down the road a few times prior to that last encounter many years ago.