This week is a TNR (trap/neuter/return) week, so the front porch and most every inch of the place is littered with traps and carriers and towels.
Less than friendly (to humans) community cats got to spend some days in the traps, but the friendlies (usually a cat dumped by someone who thought of the cat as disposable) got luxury accommodations in dog crates. A little leg and wander room given to those who didn’t want to bite us.
A fellow blogger (you know who you are, Kate) mentioned that she always likes my TNR stories, and most of the time there’s a good one to tell. This week was no exception.
This little girl was in the right place at the right time, even if she doesn’t think so at the moment. By which I mean that she would be dead otherwise.
Lacey – that’s her name – was trapped just a few days ago, and we noticed some mucus-y discharge…not a good sign. Usually that’s a sign of pyometra, a life threatening infection of the uterus. She had her spay surgery today. The poor cat was pregnant, but miscarrying (basically), had pyrometra, and a hernia to boot. Had she not been trapped and seen quickly, she wouldn’t be around much longer.
She is not, as you might imagine, a happy camper tonight. She gets to be my house guest for awhile, with a spacious dog crate serving as her hotel room. In compensation for daily room service, she gets to have antibiotics twice daily. I don’t think either of us are looking forward to that.
Her caretakers plan to bring her inside and I hope she makes the transition successfully. She’s pretty skittish and at least two years old, so we’ll have to see what happens. Every cat deserves a chance, and I’m glad she’s going to have a shot at a safe, indoor life. Hopefully she won’t judge all humans by the one who is going to be stuffing pills down her throat for the next ten days. Whether she ever knows it or not, she owes a lot to our little TNR program and the wonderful caretaker who trapped her. Here’s hoping for a full recovery, and many happy years with her new indoor family.