Slippy

Have to start making progress in this matter.



It's impossible for someone aged 83 to attempt to look after 25 cats. Impossible! It's not fair on him and certainly not far on the cats. I struggle with 5.

He needs help,as you well know,  and you can get cat carers, but they need to be paid for.

First,ALL the cats must be spayed or neutered which I think may have been done? This in-breeding has to stop.

Some of the cats should be put in a re-homing centre with his permission.( If not, more work for the cat carer.) . It's not easy as they are full all over the country, but get his name down. I can try and find spaces if you like?

Then when the number is manageable the cat care person can look after the rest. Feeding, filling the water bowls (should be at least 6 of them) and emptying and re-filling the cat litter trays. I use storage boxes that I get from B@Q. I also have cat litter delivered from Morrisons, as it's heavy.

That will do for starters. 

Kenny, don't think for a minute that I don't appreciate your help but believe me I have spent nearly 2 years trying to help and have contacted everyone possible to get the situation manageable. It's all to no avail and the cats will be the death of him. His daughter has put this in my corner to try and resolve a solution and I'm like a dog with a bone when I'm given a project to organise but it's impossible. These Cat organisation have visited but they are beyond hopeless. He lives in a mansion near me and is loaded, the cats are all feral, inter breed and pi$$ and $hite all over the place, his 2 grand children who live half a mile away have never once been to his house, the eldest is 12 soon. I've pretty much given up trying to help him.
Never in my entire life have I met such an intelligent man, a Cambridge scholar who is so stubborn and stupid at the same time. It's a lost cause kenny and I'm a voracious person when I get my teeth into something but even I have pretty much given up. Cheers anyway but believe me I have done all I can.

Slippy, I can get some lads to remove every cat but one , tie a red ribbon round the neck of his favourite cat and they will leave him be, cost you £1000 

My partners brother has already suggested very much the same T.L. and he'll do a cull for nowt. It's just a ridiculous situation but like I said, he just won't have it. It's virtually impossible to re home ferals and they are all fed and watered and in no danger. I have spent hundreds of hours trying to deal with this but it's an impossible job and I've given up. I did my best..

The Leopard, she would pay 5 grand let alone 1

£5000 then

She would pay it believe me. Her Dad needs a heart op soon as well. It's very difficult to say just how obtuse this man is. It's a lost cause and he is having falls for good measure. What will be will be, I tried.

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Well first of all. we need a cat carer in. Loadds out there, you need an advert first. Then you need to interview applicant to decide who is suitable..

Kenny, I'd like to close this out. If I couldn't sort it nobody could. End of thread.....

Kenny, don't think for a minute that I don't appreciate your help but believe me I have spent nearly 2 years trying to help and have contacted everyone possible to get the situation manageable.

Right, lets develop that point.WiLL HE HAVE A CAT CARER IN??

Why don't you put them down ? I even think it's lawful to do it yourself, saves on vet bills

This is my last post on this thread, cat carers are bloody useless kenny. One turned up and I had to give him a few quid for the parking meter as he was skint and couldn't operate a trap. Of course you know more about cats than all the so called experts combined. Trust me, they are beyond hopeless. You CANNOT re home 25 ferals.

Please do me a favour and let this thread slide away, if I couldn't get a solution, nobody could.

Jan 21, 2017 -- 4:50PM, SlippyBlue wrote:

This is my last post on this thread, cat carers are bloody useless kenny. One turned up and I had to give him a few quid for the parking meter as he was skint and couldn't operate a trap. Of course you know more about cats than all the so called experts combined. Trust me, they are beyond hopeless. You CANNOT re home 25 ferals.Please do me a favour and let this thread slide away, if I couldn't get a solution, nobody could.

What was his name? Wasn't Johnny Mustang by chance ?

The lads are on the way....can't stop them now.

Visa ?

It's okay , the rozzers have pulled them over.....maybe another day.

They're having trouble explaining why they were carrying 24 cat cages.

You CANNOT re home 25 ferals.


AH, so they are ALL ferals. I agree, you can't rehome them. so as they are all feral, and slowly killing him, best let them all loose, and employ someone to feed them as and when they come round.

Please do me a favour and let this thread slide away


First you want my help. Then you don't! I'm confused.

Slippy likes to kip at 11pm.....I reckon

My maternal grandmother ended up living with a few dozen+ cats.  I thought she was mad and to be avoided - especially after some of the bastards scratched me. When she went into hospital the council collected the cats and gassed them. Now, at a considerable distance from her and the cats - I realise that I was selfish and inconsiderate.  Won't we all end up confused and smelling of cat pee?


In truth we just need to sterilize the hell out of us and them.

In some ways I think I am on the old man's side.  He is intelligent and can afford it and it is his home, so why cannot he do what he wants?

I appreciate that I do not know the facts (just the facts, maam), but if I was in his situation and in full command of my faculties then I would resent someone telling me what to do in my own home.

But I bet you don't smell of cat's pee.

No, bodil, I don't.

When I think about it I did have a similar situation myself, a long time ago.  I purchased some  exotic long haired hamsters from Harrods and fell in love with them.  But I could not bear them gnawing at the bars of their cages so I let them use a spare bedroom.  The inevitable happened and before long I was overrun with them. However, I solved the problem by selling the babies to the local pet shop who had never seen the breed before. They were very pretty.

Sometimes I think the purest way is to die alone.  At the end of a long and rich life that is.

You're not alone....... we are your friends

Not long enough and not rich enough Leopard.  You're becoming disappointing, like a Game Of Thrones character.

I have often wondered about whether I would prefer to die alone or in the words of 'my' song, annie - 'let me drown in your laughter, let me die in your arms'.  But as I unfortunately have never met anyone who I would like to die in his/her arms then it looks like die alone and I think I would prefer it to having people around, as in my living life I prefer to be alone most of the time.

Trying to think of the Cher song -'We all sleep alone'. More accurately we all rot alone. Carbon cycle. Why sentimentalize it?

You are such a happy bunny bodil, NOT

Why are you such a miserable git?

you seem to be preoccupied with death

^ to bodil

Stop drinking alcohol like Do Wah..... It is the only way out

It will take some guts

But you do not want to hear that

Strangely I'm actually quite cheerful.  Smiling even.  Hang on why I see you're uncomfortable.  Back soon - just raking the ashes.

Have you lost a close family member recently

Sorry - you must have both been feeling old/insecure. Grow up/down - you're in the top 1% of Ho*o sapiens regards lifespan/comfort.  We are the blessed generation. So far.

You sound a bit down

You remind me bodil of something out of edgar alan poe, ' I became insane with long intervals of horrible sanity'   ' science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence' 

Discomforted that as I type I am without negative emotion - mild content even.  And that's really surprising as I was listening to (finished now thank god) Steve Harley singing my favourite song like an old man.

Energy/matter is never destroyed, just converted.

Cockney Rebel?

I  always loved that

Make me smile

Harley lives in North Essex with his wife, Dorothy, whom he married in February 1981. They have two children, Kerr and Greta. Since 1984, Harley has been involved in racehorse ownership, with racing becoming his main pastime

That somehow is upsetting, Leopard, as I have just seen him again in his prime singing 'come up and see me, make me smile'.  Old age, ashes to ashes oh dear.

Yep...got to go to bed....night

'Come up and see me'(Make me smile) was it.  So good.  He's a bit of a sod, though.

Your secret is safe with me, bodil

We seem to be content.