The week started off with a bang, Monday evening after work off I went to a golf course to get what I thought were two kittens and hopefully to trap the mamma as well. Although the golf course was beautiful and verdant, the kittens were living in a crawl space under the clubhouse, clearly the safest spot she could find.
Into the crawl space I went and immediately saw four kittens. The mom was there being protective but I quickly distracted her with food and managed to grab two of the kittens. Into a carrier they went. The other two caught on and hid under some wood in an inaccessible space so I crawled out to regroup and rethink.
I decided to set up a trap but use the string and stick and hope that both kittens would go in for the food. Mamma went right into the trap, but I wasn't prepared to trap her unless I had rescued all her kittens first. So I waited as she ate in the trap and then one kitten ventured in then the other, but one's tail was still sticking out. What to do? I waited a bit more and the kitten went just the farthest bit more into the trap so I pulled the string and got three for the price of one!
Then of course the problem was to get the kittens out without releasing mom. With a trap divider and Connie's help we managed. All this was captured by a filmmaker who did a ride along who is making a documentary about cat adoptions. Thank god I was successful and it wasn't just footage of me standing by an empty trap for an hour.
The kittens came to my place, here they are, very scared, the silent hisses are so funny in such a tiny creature, but they are young enough that they will tame up in a few weeks.
My construction site rescue didn't materialize, it seems the kittens are all gone, presumably adopted by the workers, and we are going to try to get the female there trapped at some point.
On the home front, I have to say that I am still riding on the Buddy being home high, every time I see him I feel happy.