You will all know how truly childish I am, when I tell you of the jigs I danced this weekend, the weekend of the Golf Tournament.
The weather here in paradise has been appalling: dust storms with low visibility, high winds, cool temperatures. Yeah!! They had to cancel play on Friday because of the conditions and although they have persevered, it has Not been a success. (If you haven't been following the saga, I am pleased in my childish-tantrum way because it was the tournament that prompted the poisoning of our neighbourhood cats.) Nemesis? Karma? Just deserts? Who knows, but at least, so far, money can't buy fine weather too.
The population of cats has stabilised for the last three days, so we are hoping this means all the poison has been consumed, or the baits have lost their appeal/efficacy.
The survivors are Black Tom, Seams (the mother of them all), Helmet, Smudge and Scout. In addition, this morning we released LG from protective custody, so she is back on the doorstep, free to come and go as she pleases. She was looking a little confused when we let her go - not sure if she really wanted freedom, or perhaps wondering where all her friends were:
You can see that her fur has grown back following her spaying last December:
The ginger kitten 'Tiny Tim' is still in protective custody but will be released later today or tomorrow, as my friend R seemed to think that LG and Tiny Tim shouldn't be released together. R is about to move internationally, otherwise I reckon she would have adopted TT herself.
We are continuing with our strategy of feeding the cats as much as possible in the hopes they won't be tempted by any further poison or baits. Sadly, we have not been able to get the golf course groundskeepers to remove the little carcasses.