It's May and that means that I'm celebrating/bemoaning my six year anniversary of getting involved with feral cats. Ah that fateful day when I saw an article about feral cats in the portlands and contacted Aaffien. Sometimes I think it was the worst decision of my life but those are the bad days. On the good days I know I have changed the lives of hundreds and hundreds of cats for the better and met wonderful people along the way.
Of the two cats I trapped this week, one was pregnant and the other orange boy is tameable so that's good news. Princess has been spayed and will soon return home. The kittens have moved up to Raven's bathroom. I visited last night and watched the black one play with his very first toy. I hope they lead wonderful long lives as beloved pets.
I decided to help the neighbour after all and today I caught one and a woman braver than me from another rescue got two and a nasty bite for her trouble. The good news there is they have all gone to a vet to be boarded and hopefully will join my neighbour in her new home. There are still one or two more to go....
I'm sharing a picture Gerri took of Clara, a success story too. Clara was relocated to our colony a year and a half ago, stuck around, then disappeared, and I found her emaciated and ill half a kilometre away. Unable and unwilling to return her to the colony, she went off to Gerri's sanctuary. Look how fat she is! She has joined the outside gang there and clearly is very happy. Some other friends and I have this dream of a Safe Gardens project, spaces where ferals could be safely enclosed, ah we just need money and space for that.
|Clara at Gerri's sanctuary|