Cats Lives Running Out .....

  Didn't I mention, a month or two ago, perhaps ..... I was coming back from Dean O's, around midnight. As we drew to the top gate, by the cattle crush, there were two fucking kittens, at least!

 Fluffy bastard, one of them was. Brown on mainly white, as I recall. Feral, obviously. No one within a mile or more of here has cats now.  I went back out, with the gun. But, the growth was up and they'd vanished.

 Then, probably within the last month, I was out in the compound when I saw a black cat down in my paddock! Fucking thing sauntered down to the gate. Waltzed under it and went on its way.

 And that's where it all sort of started, really. See; I'm not happy with the zero on my rifle, right now. But, I'm so low on ammo that zeroing it could all but wipe me out. Catch twenty two! 

Anyway, the cattle are still out and I never know where they might turn up, from one day to the next. So, it's really down to the shotgun. And that's why these bastards are still alive yet!

  When I saw that black bastard in the paddock, the routine went like this: I spot the fucker and it sinks in that, yes, I really am looking at my arch enemy. Right there. Forty yards away, on my own fucking property! This is taking the piss!

 So, I compute that the Dogs are all in doors now. I'm free to fire. In I come to fetch the gun. Problem is though that I habitually leave the 'wrong' barrel on the pump action! 

 So, I have to take the gun from its holder. Unscrew the barrel. Put that aside. Take out the slip I store the long and tight (long range) barrel in. Unzip it. Take the barrel out. Screw that onto the gun. 

  Then, I have to check the safety. Jack one into the chamber. Tell the Dogs to stay the fuck in here. Go back outside and ..... Well, low and behold! The fucking cat's fucked off, look!

 And that's what happened, last week. When I was putting the Dogs out for the day. And I found myself gazing at the black feral. Down in the hedge side of my paddock. Not a care in the fucking world! Oblivious to the Dogs even.

 Then, today, when I got up and pulled the blind up? Right there! There's this brown / black bastard mincing right across my very compound!!! Fucking thing's barely eight foot from my window! WTF?!

 But, see above, see? Grab the gun. Start unscrewing the barrel ..... Cunt was long gone.

 And, just now, I let the Dogs out, for their night piss. I always carry my CluLiter Classic, to keep an eye on the crafty le Ding with. I also, habitually, glance at the paddock gate with it.

 You've guessed it! Eyes! I'm like; 'Fuck Right Off!!!'. But, I've got four fucking Dogs here, all mincing about, look.  It's a kitten too. Something on white. Twenty five yards away in the paddock hedge side.

 Got the Dogs in. Explained to Chain Dog that she'll have to excuse me for a minute before I can lock this lot up and let her out. Started the old, old routine .....

 Just to make it worse; The fucker had moved down to the gate. Still well in range of this barrel and load. But, just as I moved to one side, to clear a fence from my line of fire, my feet brushed through an isolated clump of tall grass. Sound drove the fucker away! FUCK!

 Anyway, that's got to be three lives the 'black''s used up now. Two, maybe, for this (?) kitten ~ though, I wonder at the size here. Thing I saw tonight didn't look a lot bigger than those I saw a month back.
 
 Fuck it. This land ~ 'My Land', in as much that I'm the one expected to keep it vermin free ~ is obviously building up a healthy head of feral cats, right under my damn nose!

And. how ironic; They've gotten away with it because I've spent the last Spring and Summer so totally obsessed and absorbed with trying to find birds nests ~ just like they do!

 Work it out: I leave these bastards to breed up? There'll be no hope for the birds, next year. There'll be a fucking Army of feral's out there, just waiting for them.

 My cat trap's up at Pat's. I need to get him to fetch it back down here. He's vermin free. I've seen to that. 

 Now, I have work to do .....