I was driving to my next spot on Central, off Sixth this morning when this young kid - black with orangish hair was walking toward the car. It looked like he was going to ask me, again for something. I had seen him on the same street near Brenda's house the a few days ago, and now recall seeing him on a corner or two on Bay Street in the past. I had my window open at that point because I was trying to hear if the generator noise was still going behind a house that I had investigated the day before, but wound up saying hello to this kid who was standing right there. He did not ask me for money, instead, he asked if I had anything to eat. My heart sank. I said, "oh honey, really?" He immediately went on to explain his situation to me most likely for fear that I would drive off rejecting him. He said he ran away from home because he was transgender and his family didn't approve. He was from Buffalo, and he said he wound up in Rochester because he didn't want to go to NYC or anything. He sounded 'young'. I am used to people his age because of my nieces. They all sound alike. I can relate. So I questioned him about a few things, where he was sleeping, etc., he said he was sleeping on porches, abandoned houses, etc. I asked him his name - Julius. I told him that in 'forty minutes', to be at the gas station down the street and I would meet him back there with some food. He promised he would be there. After 30 minutes, I was home making him sandwiches, a banana and bottle of water to bring back to him. Drove there, he wasn't there, drove around, asked a few of the 'girls' on the corners of Bay if they knew of him, they did, thought they had seen him down the street. Drove around, no Julius. Drove back home with two sandwiches, a banana and bottle of water. Its a shame. He probably found a trick and was doing his thing to get his own meal. He was not on drugs when I spoke to him, nor drunk. Just desperate. I was going to leave him my number too in case he ever 'needed to talk to someone.' I thought that I would gather some information for him to have for him to get some help if he did call me, or if I saw him again around there. Oh well. I will still gather information on where he can get some help and let him know when I see him.
Above are pictures of The Twins I took this morning - actually I think this is the pregnant one only. Click on the pictures for a more close up look. The Twins are the young female tabbies that are waiting for me each day, that are elusive to the trap. One is pregnant, or has had her kittens. Laura was there early trying to get the prego one. Before I left for work, I swung by with a cup of coffee for her and a quick chat. I asked her what she was using for bait and she told me regular wet cat food and I suggested fishy tuna, etc. She looked at me and said 'are you telling me how to trap?' to which I burst out laughing, knowing I had just told the Queen of Trapping what she should be using We both laughed .. (at least I hope she was ... :)). At that point I thought, you know, I am kind of bossy, aren't I! I think people should do everything MY way! :) But I did suggest that my 'girls', the Twins, were not going to fall for the regular stuff, they needed to be lured in with the big guns. Its been over a week since I tried with them, and last weekend Diane I think used regular food one day, and the next tuna. She will try again tomorrow. Its so disappointing to think she may deliver any day outdoors. I had to chase away a VERY LARGE raccoon off the porch this morning. I spooked him so bad he fell down the steps trying to run. :( Poor raccoon.
In the meantime, there are at least two suspected pregnant females on Niagara Street I need to focus on. I will call the clinic today to see if I can get two more spots, for a total of four, for this coming Tuesday. Prayers we get them!
Here is my prayer to St. Anthony:
Saint Anthony, perfect imitator of Jesus, who received from God the special power of restoring lost things, grant that I may find Gemma, my sweet sweet Baby that I rescued from Garson Avenue, who has been lost. As least restore to me peace and tranquility of mind, the loss of which has afflicted me even more than my material loss.
To this favor I ask another of you: that I may always remain in possession of the true good that is God. Let me rather lose all things than lose God, my supreme good. Let me never suffer the loss of my greatest treasure, eternal life with God. Amen.