For those of you waiting for news – yes! We have the fourth and final kitten. Another orange one. This isn’t really my story to tell, but I have permission to repeat the adventure that went along with trapping this little guy.
P, our trapper extraordinaire ran this show on her own, as I wasn’t feeling well and went to bed early. But here’s the story as relayed to me this morning. It begins in the evening as the sun was going down…
Our last little orange guy was starting to feel pretty lonely and scared with mom and siblings gone, and was under a truck on the driveway calling and calling for companionship. Three traps were set right there for the little one, but having seen his family go into traps and disappear, he wasn’t about to make the same mistake. Still, the poor guy was clearly distressed and scared, and he really needed to be captured ASAP.
P pulled out the big guns at this point. When we can’t get a kitten, we use mom (or siblings) as bait. Mom was retrieved in her trap from the cat house, and our great big feeding station trap was brought on the scene. That particular trap tends not to scare cats, and the little one hadn’t seen it before, so the idea was to put mom in her trap up against the feeding station trap and lure the kitten in.
Which would have worked wonderfully, had the owner of the property not returned home from his travels! While P was off getting mom and the trap the property owner returned home, parking in the driveway and the kitten was nowhere to be found now.
We don’t normally trespass on people’s property without permission, but we’d made an exception this time since neighbors were sure he wouldn’t mind. But at this point, P. had to go ring the doorbell (10 at night) and explain what we were doing there. Luckily, the owner was just fine with it, and even offered to help. But the best thing at that point was for him to just go into the house and restore quiet again…done.
P walked around meowing for the kitten, and finally found him in a bush by the garage. Fabulous. Set up the trap with mom next to it….and the garage door opens…kitten scatters. Get the garage door down, restore quiet again, and find the kitten, get set up….and the girlfriend arrives and pulls into the driveway. Property owner comes running out and redirects the car to the curb and inside they go.
This was the stuff of a Shakespearean comedy by this time. Kitten is located one more time, momma and trap set up, and momma is calling and calling to her little one. Little orange guy is walking all around the trap….back, side, over to momma, and finally….finally…into the trap and down the door went. 11:30 at night and counting.
Mom and little one go to the cat house, all safe and sound, which was a very good thing since a strong storm blew over us at about 4 am. I’d gone to bed by 9 pm, but the storm woke me, and I checked my phone quickly, so glad to see that the little one had been caught, and wasn’t out in the misery by himself.
We’re in the middle of some very hot days again, and momma and kittens have dog crates to hang out in, air conditioning, flea control, and all the food and water they want. Mom will be spayed in about a week, and released back to the caretakers who love her so much. And the kittens will see the vet next week, spend some weeks getting socialized, and will eventually get their own surgeries and head into adoption programs, and there will be five fewer cats out there making more kittens. Which is the reason we do such crazy stuff in the first place! But we are all glad there are no cats on the schedule for trapping for a few nights…time for a break.