Kitten pie. Seriously. Yahoo Seriously.
About three years ago, Ivylad and I were coming home from the grocery store. As we do, we let the dogs out into the backyard so we could go in and out of the house with the groceries without having to worry about the pups making a break for it.
I’m pulling milk out of the trunk when I notice the dogs going absolutely nuts by the gate. I follow their eyeline and lo and behold is this little tortoise shell kitten. Mrow.
Now, the previous week Ivylad and Ivyboy had seen this same kitten. Ivylad is not a cat person, but he doesn’t like to see animals hungry, so he gave it some milk and tuna fish.
He said now, a week later, it looked even scrawnier. Oh well, I said, pouring some more milk and dumping the tuna fish on a saucer. The kitten scarfed it down.
Then I opened the door to the house from the garage and kitty saunters right in, like, “You’ve fed me twice, I guess I live here now.” The dogs were nervous around it, and Ivylad is insisting we take it to the no kill shelter on Monday.
I posted some pictures on Facebook, seeing if anyone was interested in adopting it. Ivylad is still rolling his eyes at the thought of owning a cat. It’s like the cat knew he had to convince him, so in the evening, he jumped up on Ivylad’s lap, curled up, and purred for three hours straight.
Sunday we’re at Target getting cat food and cat toys and kitty litter. He’s quite the character, but he’s Ivylad’s cat. The dogs got used to him and one of them would wrestle with him. The other pretty much ignores him.
We named him Rary. It’s short for Temporary. 
And yes, he’s spayed.
I call the lady who fosters all our kittens and wildlife. She in turn hands the kittens off to an animal shelter when they’re older where people who want pets will find them.
I also agree with all the please spay and neuter before you have to worry about how to “get rid of” kittens and puppies.
And really, bad jokes about animal cruelty? I expected as much from Spanish Catfish and Makerguy*, but not the rest of you.:rolleyes:
*names have been changed to keep me out of trouble … maybe.
A stray dropped a litter in our backyard. A healthy donation to the 13th Street cat shelter and some catching, and all now have good homes.
Tell a drugged out homeless guy they’re cat flavoured chocolate., and “here, help yourself, bud!”
I was always told they wouldn’t spay the females while they were in heat.
What was the first thing you thought of when you read “What’s your most ingenious way to get rid of kittens?”
Our little neighbor girl brought us a kitten and said she had gotten it from some people in front of the Walmart, but her mom wouldn’t let her have it. I told her sorry, we already had 3 cats and my husband would kill me. Later, we heard kitties growling at something and discovered the kitten hiding under the counter. She later told my daughter that she had opened our back door and tossed the kitten in.
It’s been 7 years, my husband got over it, and the boy kitties love their little sister. 
My wife, she-devil that she is, created a whole myth/legend surrounding some kittens we had, much like the infamous “Hemingway Cats” http://www.hemingwayhome.com/cats/ and put an ad on Craigslist.
Now, she did a pretty good job, making sure to assert no factual claims, and it was pretty well written and enough “tongue-in-cheek” to maintain plausible deniability that anyone would take it too seriously.
She actually got people to pay for worthless, free cats. And thus, the Legend of the Comstock Brush Panther was born!
Yep, to me those seem like being a jerk. Just report and move on.
Any surplus cat we ever had just got taken down to the quarry…
You should hear my coyote stories, Wile E. 
Should I be upset about the insinuation or just happy you mentioned me? 
I had two kittens spontaneously appear. One just showed up out of nowhere at my doorstep mewling. We found her a new home via Craig’s List.
Another was hiding under a parked car outside of my house one brutally cold Halloween night. A team of neighbors was needed to catch her, and she went home with one of them.
Wait. This is like Jeopardy!, where a clue to the answer is hidden in the question, right?
My friend found a kitten and named her “ThelmaLou’s Cat,” TC for short. Worked like a charm.