OMG - you live right next door to the crazy cat lady!! Every town I've ever lived in has one. Can you even imagine all of those litter boxes in her house and how bad it must smell? I wonder, does she have them all going at once or does she have so many so that she can keep changing them but not have to wash them everyday?? At least she cleans them, but you know they still stink like....well, cat pee!!! ugh! yuck! I'm so sorry - that is way too many cats to have as neighbors. I'd say look up ways to keep them out of your garden, but with that many cats I don't think you stand a fighting chance. You must look at all of them in the tree and dream of picking them off one shot at a time.....I would!
Yep. Just our luck, we live next to the whackadoodle cat lady. In Texas the summers are hottt. And the fragrance is...special, to say the least. And yes, her house is quite funk-tastic.And she's a hoarder too! More fun times!She does try to keep it all clean, but she is one little bitty lady against a very reproductive army.And just last night I told my husband I needed a new toy. Not one that kills, but one that at least stuns. LOL
I would call animal control for the cats, adult protective services for the hoarding and invest in a red ryder or a sling shot if all else fails... Ugh!
Adult protective has already been to see her. Her ex called them on her when they were going through a custody fight. They didnt do a thing.And our city has VERY lenient laws regarding pet numbers. I personally reported her and they came out to her home and left her a pamphlet on how to register her pets with the city. That was it.We humanely trapped a couple of them last year, and the city comes and picks them up.I think we are going to have to do it again. Two of the females are already full with babies.
The Local coyotes keep the cats from becoming numerous, which is another reason I like living in a rural area.
So far we only have fat squirrels and mean possums.Neither of which keep her population down.But a nice can of tuna in a trap will take care of that!
Ok, I'm a professed crazy cat lady, but not THAT batshitcrazy! Wow. That is amazing. And scary. And sad, all at the same time. Could you hook up an electric fence around your garden?
My husband is going to look into a few things this weekend, and that is one of the options.Thankfully it's only dirt in there for right now, but once I get my plants in all bets are off!The dang things killed all three of my rose bushes I planted last year, so I'm going to do everything I can this year to keep them out!
Buy a bag of dried blood at your local farm and garden store -- if you sprinkle it around the perimeter of the garden it will keep the cats out (and it enriches your soil too). The other option is to get some coyote urine.Both have deterred the many feral cats in our neighborhood from making our garden a big litter box.D in DE
I will check our feed and seed tomorrow and see if they have the dried blood.Thanks for the idea D!
They can probably take her cats if she does not pay to register them. I know a puppy mill ran by a hoarder who gave up most of his dogs because they were going to find him for not registering his dogs.
Its been over a year and they still don't care. The city only cares about fining her for her yard and condition of the outside of her house. We live in a very "pet lenient" city as far as dogs and cats go. That's why she has managed to get away with it for over three years.
Wow thats alot of cats! When we lived in town, our neighbors cat would use my flower bed as a litter box. I'm not a big fan of cats and cleaning up someone else's stinky cat crap was nasty! Sorry girl :(
When I was young, before we had air conditioning, our house was cooled with an attic fan. It would draw air through open windows and the slightly cooler air was better than the oppressive heat. At night, when the temperature would drop into the upper, damp 70's, sleeping was tolerable - as long as a cat didn't crap in the planter outside the window.A neighbor's cat decided the planter was to be its toilet of choice, which my brothers, and I, tolerated only for a short period of time. We dug a serious of holes between the plants, placed rat traps, with punji stakes and then carefully placed small sticks, which we covered with leaves and debris. We were proud of our accomplishment and went to bed in anticipation. The commotion woke us in the middle of the night. The cat fell into the first hole, yowled, jumped and then fell into the next series of holes. Within seconds, it was gone. We lost one of our rat traps, which we assumed the cat dragged off and eventually pulled off its foot. The cat didn't appear to be worse for wear, but found somewhere else for its business.