The Second Trapping Adventure

Almost 20 years ago I met a very nice lady from Costa Rica named Gemma and she is a kindred animal lover. She called to tell me she saw a feral mother cat and kittens living near the dumpster at her apartment building. She was feeding them and they would come to eat when she moved away from the dish, but she’d stay in the area and watch them and talk to them which was helpful, so that they would get used to people. She wondered if I could help find them homes because the area where they lived was near downtown, busy streets, etc.

I rented the trusty raccoon trap and set it up near the dumpster and black berry bushes where the feral family was living. What was different about this trapping is that Gemma’s roommate ran a light rope from the trap to the apartment window. When the mom cat and all the kittens were inside, he sprang the trap. That worked out great because I only had to make one trip to get the whole family.

We had the mother, a short haired tabby, fixed and sent to live on a farm (usually it is recommended that the feral cat be released where it was living but this area wasn’t going to work). My neighbor took 2 kittens to tame and I took the other 2. We found homes for both of the male kittens pretty quickly. They were stunning with smoke colored fur from their father who was a Persian owned by Gemma. He was fixed soon after. We each kept the remaining female kitten that we had. Mine lived with me for 18 years and was a princess and one of the sweetest cats I’ve had. I thought it was interesting the level of wildness in each of the kittens. They were not all equal. 2 were almost tame from the beginning and 2 were more feral.

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I’m still pretty scared but I will become a princess.
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On the left the male kitten who found a good home, with his sister who I kept.
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I’m Me-Lou all grown up and a Princess.
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…it’s hard to choose from 18 years of photos of her!

If you know of a feral cat situation and would like to find help check out the information at http://www.humanesociety.org  -for the US and Canada . There are people who will help and have information on getting the cats trapped, fixed, and released.

More feral trapping and other animal stories coming soon-ish.

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Dog Walks

Max, Ruby and I used to walk daily and sometimes twice a day. Max was an Australian Shepherd with a love for greeting people and other dogs and a very happy disposition. I’m so fortunate to have been the one to get Max from the Humane Society when he was 4 1/2 months old. He was my first dog as an adult; we had a shared family dog and I borrowed other people’s dogs for walks but he was my very own. Max and his sister were found when they were about 3 months old in a field in the suburbs with porcupine quills in their faces – ouch! They went to a foster home after the quills were removed and then to the shelter. When I got to the shelter Max was alone and his sister was already adopted. Max had been adopted but returned because his new owner said “he doesn’t come when I call him”. I won’t tell you what I think of that comment, but I will say that it was a great decision for me!

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Max and his happy tail saying hello to someone in the park

Ruby was a German Shepherd-mix who started life out feral, as best as we can tell. See the separate story –Trapping a Feral Puppy. In the earlier part of our life together she was super leery of people. She was most comfortable at home, in our yard, or in the company of other dogs. Eventually she became more comfortable around people and had several favorite people. When on a leash she’d often stand behind me if we stopped to talk with someone.

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Young Ruby

In the beginning when teaching her to walk on a leash I’d walk both of the dogs together on a double dog coupler so Ruby would have her trusty friend Max right beside her. It also made it easier for me having to hold only one leash. Sometimes when she was frightened she wanted to run and hide. One of those moments happened while we were walking on a nice summer day near a ferry dock. It was before the ferry was ready to load the passenger cars so there was a 4 to 5 block line of stopped cars waiting to board. We were on the opposite side of the street so they had a good view of our side of the street. Each of these cars had at least one person waiting behind the steering wheel. There wasn’t another soul in sight…yet.

While we were walking Ruby noticed a person coming in our direction about 1-1/2 blocks ahead of us. She put herself in reverse and started walking backwards along my right side. Max had no choice being hooked to the coupler with her, so he went in reverse on my left side. The dogs had me lassoed by the legs! All I could do to get untangled was go forward onto my hands and kick each foot up in the air and over the leash to free myself. I’ll always wonder what all of those people thought as they watched me do a partial handstand on the sidewalk with a few mule kicks thrown in for good measure.

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Under the cherry tree