Sugar Coating the Bitter Pill

Huzzah for neutering.

The balls of the cat who paralysed Tiny Cat were removed yesterday. He seems in good spirits and I think he's particularly happy that he's not on nil by mouth anymore! After a few days he will be released and his days of spraying in people's houses, eating other people's food and paralysing kittens will be over. The trap that IAR provided was very effective and they were at my house within one hour of calling them to let them know he was caught!

As for the kittens I was supposed to be fostering, it's been unecessarily dramatic. After I wrote my previous blog, I found that some long standing volunteers had gone out of their way to save the lives of these kittens, which I am grateful for. The conditions were that we caught the male cat and had him neutered (which is now done. Win.) and that once the kittens were healthy I would give them to a more experienced person who regularly helps to rehome animals.

The fist condition was satisfied and yesterday when I went to collect the kittens they were not there. I asked at the reception desk and was told that since the last time I had seen them they had gotten an infection and were put to sleep. I would really have liked to have been informed either before or after it had happened, as I had spent my weekend emotionally preparing myself only to be told the awful news.

There is a slight happy ending (at least for me) in that now I am free to choose my next move without any responsibilities. Whether I stay here in Goa, continue to volunteer, move on to another state or head home to England early it will be my choice alone and I don't have to worry about the welbeing of another little life.