Lesley and I have made umpteen trips out to Scarborough in the last couple of weeks to try to sort out two colonies with moms and babies. Lesley is my new hero, 71 years old and out trapping all the time. Any time I think I'm dedicated, I meet people who put me to shame.
Over the last few days we caught four tabbies from one litter, Michelle is my other hero because she is going to take them too. And we met up with Joy, who was around the corner trying to trap Carol's elusive cats. She did get three females and then we found these two wandering around crying, their eyes all goopy. We agreed they needed medical care so I took them to THS only to be told they had no room. After some pleading and waiting they finally took them in, thankfully, because we are out of room. Sadly, Joanne's last batch, who went to THS, have parvo, so her bathroom is out of commission for a while.