So we came home this afternoon and our next door neighbor (not Neighbor) came over to let SweetPea know that her cat had kittens in our shed.
Which is pretty damn funny, considering how, after her cat's second batch of kittens last year, she said that she had her scheduled for a spay but got pregnant first.
Y'all may not know this, but we took in half of her first batch of kittens last year. We took the dark ones, a friend of hers took the orange ones.
Not one of those kittens made it through the summer. Not one.
She had another batch in late summer, early fall. One of which Tatiana got in the yard.
Let me tell you, it's something else to look out into the yard and see your dog tossing about the body of an adolescent cat.
Last year, we dropped what we were doing to dig out that shed no less than three times to get at those kittens. This year, not so much. She's just going to have to wait until mom brings them kittens out.
Last year I wanted to kidnap that cat and get her ass spayed.
This year I think I'm going to have to contact the county and see if there's anything that can be done (uh... legally).
Because, no, it's not cool at all to let two unfixed cats (male and female) run loose in the neighborhood.