Catching Cats

This evening as I came home I saw that the feral cat had not two but four kittens—two black and two light ginger, everyone hanging out in the carport. The mother raced off and I was able to pick up one of the black kittens by the scruff. It’s now in our bathroom, complete with the litter I ran out to get and kitten food.

I set the have-a-heart trap for one, I hoped, or more of the other kittens. They’re easily seduced by tuna. Not ten minutes later, a big ruckus took Numenius outside. We’ve caught the mother and another one of her kittens.

I called my vet friend who said to cover the trap and wait till morning. No sense in getting clawed to pieces trying to get the kitten out of there. Then the key is to round up the other two.

I have to say this has all been a bit more stressful than I would have liked. We’re getting ready to go on a birding trip to Southern California this weekend and I find myself suddenly in charge of five cats…