So, as much of a softie as I am when it comes to animals, I have learned one thing: next time I see a stray cat in our yard carrying a kitten in her mouth – I’m going to pretend that I didn’t see it. (You know I wouldn’t really, but it makes me feel better to say that…)
Six weeks and two days after finding dear sweet Moses in the yard, and four weeks to the day after trapping his adorable sister Millie, the cat trap project is still underway and consuming way way too much of my limited free time. Two more of the five siblings have been trapped and have gone to a fabulous home, but there is still one now ten-week-old kitten and Mommy Cat at large and avoiding all attempts at capture.
We’ve trapped two skunks, a neighborhood pet cat (shhh, don’t tell anyone), and a baby opossum, but that ten-week-old kitten eludes capture. And Mommy Cat? Well, turns out she was too long for the first trap we used on her – the trap that she walked right into without fuss – and she managed to escape that trap and is now “trap shy.” Bah humbug.
If we don’t catch that kitten soon, it will be well and truly feral and will not be able to live with people. And if we don’t catch Mommy soon, she will most likely get pregnant again, and the cycle will start all over again. Oh, please, no.