Another One

Trapped another cat this morning. This one’s black, gorgeous green eyes. Doc Rock decided his name was Othello (we didn’t know what to do if it turned out to be a she, or rather I put Desdemona down as a question mark at the vet’s this morning, when I took it/him in to get fixed, where he got designated a him).

I don’t know what to do with this one. He’s ten months old, almost certainly too old to be tamed properly. People don’t want black cats much except for cult followers and people seeking halloween accessories, much less semi-wild black cats.

I’ve been lucky again to be surrounded by so much support, Debbie of Feline Lifeline and Catlin and all the folks at work and everyone else too. Thank you all. They’re going to cut the corn tomorrow which will be almost more stressful for the cat than staying inside the crate, so I think we’ll opt for the crate (I might even take it to work to get it out of the hubbub). And though it pains me, a birder, to do this, I think we’ll release him eventually. I might try keeping him for a few days to see how he does, but this requires more time than I have at the moment.