At the one location where I set the other trap, where I TNR’d the very lactating female last week (she had lost the milk by then), there was a young man on the porch next door (its 4 am!) sitting looking at his phone. I greeted him, told him I was setting a trap. He said it was cool. I asked him if he knew about any kittens around there because of the female recently having had kittens. He pointed to the house next door and said probably over there. I then asked him his name. OMAR. I then said would you mind calling me when you hear a slam of the trap door? He was more than happy to help me. I drove off, and after a while didn’t hear from him. Drove back, the little buggers (there were at least three cats around) got in the trap, ate the tuna, and didn’t set the trap off. I refilled with tuna, and drove off. Came back later, and it was the same kitty mama I had done last week. Done with that. Set it at Garson just up the street, went to check on Parsells, BLAM. Got the red and white kitty. Big Daddy I call him. He must have impregnated every female on that block. So I had GINA in the carrier, and Big Daddy in the trap. Raced back to Garson to shut the trap, as I only have two spots at the clinic each Tuesday. $120 today. And every week. This is an expensive passion.
Speaking of passion, Taco is also going in for his neuter this morning. Prayers for that little guy.
That’s it for now. Have a great day!
"I savor each moment, because I do not know
exactly when a heavy gust or breeze might blow.
Should it be today, I'll shed my sorrow in a tear
while my courage battles the uncertainty I fear.
Dreadful emotions, for which I can't prepare,
will likely taunt me with sporadic despair,
but I'll be patient amid the highs and lows
for that is the process by which grieving goes.
I will accept my fate in spite of the stress and strain,
ignoring should'ves, could'ves, would'ves to rid my pain,
as will the sun's radiance on my thirsty skin
restore in due time my contented grin."