So, Neighbor Dan came over yesterday evening and asked if we had seen a little gray cat around recently since it had been coming around to his house and his daughters had been feeding it (in the garage since Mrs. Neighbor Dan is allergic) but it seemed to have disappeared.
I told him, yes, indeed, we were well aware of said cat, that she was apparently a double-dipping mooch for dining at his place since she had been living in and out of our lanai for a month already where she was fed at least twice a day but if he was interested he could come in and see the kittens whereupon he immediately called his daughters to come over. Which they did.
Little Gray Mama was very tolerant of everyone handling and picking up her babies (but, then, she is already quite familiar with everyone present, having already put the touch on both households) and the girls began the process of wearing dad down to allow them to have the kittens as soon as they are available. Neighbor Dan didn't put up much resistance but Mrs. Neighbor Dan will be the wild card in this negotiation and is still, to my knowledge, unaware of the proceedings.
Neighbor Dan also said he knew someone associated in some way with county animal control who might be willing and able to perform the necessary sexing/desexing of all involved (including Bartleby. Guilt-by-association.) for a nominal fee which would be a good thing since six operations is beyond the scope of our budget.
Speaking of Bartleby, she and Little Gray Mama have been around each other a little more recently. I was petting her in the driveway after coming home one day (and trying to park around her because why should she move?) when LGM popped up from around the car and they came nose-to-nose for a moment. And then, yesterday morning, they were both in the back yard at the same time. They seem to be tolerating each other although Bartleby will still go sulk in my brother's room if LGM comes into the house while she's eating.
Progress, I suppose.
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