Sally, expectant mommy.
When I was younger I remember playing so hard on the weekends that it was a relief to come back to work. I know that sounds contrary to most, but there are a few weekends each year that are so packed with things to do that returning to a normal workday is relaxing. Hope I say that tonight!
We had to do an intervention this morning and I think it is working out well already. Sally is our last of the "dumped" cat family remaining down the road. All have moved on and we thought that Sally had too but after a few days she was back to the feeding dishes. Big Boy will probably always drift in and out until his destiny arrives but Sally was pregnant again and we felt it was time to bring her up.
She was highly P.O.'d when we put her in the carrier but after about 20 minutes in her new 1500 squ. foot digs, she seems to be accepting it quite well. She has an indoor plumbing, a full bowl of water and food and protection from all the 'baddies' outside. She was back to purring, rubbing and all around contentment, so I think things went well.
Holly vacated the palace two weeks ago when her inner urgings (being in heat) urged her over the top of the eaves and out into the woods. She comes to eat in a shed and before her next heat episode we plan to make a visit to the vet. Same for Sally as soon as she weans her kittens.