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Strays? God knows what kinds of diseases and/or emotional problems they may
have.
I suggest you have them all put down, in this order, using the outlined
methods :-

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1) Smokey - gieven to us by a co-worker that was moving who couldn't (or
wouldn't) take her with, she was about 1 year old, and unspayed!

2) Tennessee Tuxedo - DH's co-worker had a barn-cat that had kitten, they
wer of the age where they were leaving the barn, and there were too many
wild dogs (& coyotes) in his area, so he rounded them up and brought them in
to work to find them homes.

3) Ivy (RB 12/7/2002) - born to a feral in our garage, the only one that we
were able to catch.  Sweetest calico that we've ever known - even our vet
was surprised at how sweet she was!

4) Lizzie - recued from local shelter.

5) Sir Weeble Wobblybottom - abandoned by his feral MamaKat in one of our
window wells.  She had 5 kittens, moved 3.  We took in the two that she
left, but one was too weak to eat and didn't survive.  This one, well, all
he wanted to do was eat!  Still does, but doens't gain an ounce!

6,7,8,9) Ernie, Mimi, Minnie & Moe - born to same feral MamaKat as Weeble.
We adopted Minnie out to a different home, but still love her and miss her.

10) Ping - Siamese cat got into our basement via an untended doggie door (we
thought we'd thrown out the plastic part that slided down over the flap, but
we found them and doggie door is now noicely locked down).  He was wearing a
flea collar that was too tight, and came right to us when we went down there
to investigate what was hollering down there.  We ran an ad in the paper,
posted fliers and notified local rescues - no claimers!  He's our
Ping-a-ling da Ding-a-ling!

11)  Miss Priss - stray that was living in our garage - turned out to be
friendly.  I took food out and wiggled my fingers like I was giving
ear-skritchies, and she ran right past the food and came to me!  Again, ran
ads, fliers, notified shelters, no takers!  She was already spayed and
<gasp> front declawed.  We think she was a dumped kittie.

12, 13, & 14) Bam-Bam, Barney & Betty - another litter from Weeble's
MamaKat. <sigh> She is one /buzzay/ lady!  I wish she would let us trap her
and get her spayed!  We haven't seen her since November, when we grabbed
these three (at 4 weeks of age), until last week, she showed up strolling
through the yard.

The cats who've owned me came from:

#1. Tom (black male domestic). I don't know where/when he showed up,
but I had him for
7 years until he died at the vets from reasons I can't remember.

#2. Fluffy (gray male Angora). Got him at an animal shelter. He lived
about 7 years also and died from fur balls blocking his intestinal
tract.

#3. Samantha (orange female domestic). Given to me by a friend. She had
4 kittens
of which 3 survived. I'm not sure, but I think someone in my family
gave her away.

#4-5-6. 3 kittens I didn't have names for, but they were great cats who
thought I was there mother. Very friendly, loving and well looked
after. Again someone in the family gave them to a farmer. Wish I could
have kept them, but I was relocating far away and couldn't take them
with me. They were given away after I had left.

#7. Girl (gray female Chocolate Mitted Rag Doll). Found her at a job
(empty house) abandoned by her former owner. She was begging me to take
her with me when I was about to leave, so I did. Very friendly, very
smart, very beautiful. Loved to go for rides in my truck, could open
doors, turn light switches off, and was generally very socialable.
I was offered money for her, but declined. I don't know what happened
to her, but I think she was stolen because she was too friendly (which
led me to believe I may have stolen her too, except for the fact she
was extremely undernourished at the time I found her).
Best cat I ever had. I should have kept a closer eye out on her.

#8. Thomas (black male domestic). He adopted me from my landlord. I
only had him about a
2 years before he died of natural causes (old age).

#9. Big Mama (current, gray female tabby). Again, she adopted me from
landlord.
She was about 3 years old when I got her, and I've had her for about 10
years now. So she's getting older, but you wouldn't know it the way she
likes to play. She's spoiled rotten, is given the best of care and has
a great place to roam free outside without fear of being hurt. It's a
35 acre property, but she rarely goes more than 100' unless she's
closely following me. Her son lives with landlord about 100 yeards
away, but she rarely see's him, and if she does she'll smack him for
being stupid.