In the fall I was contacted by a friend of a friend (you know how these things go) about a small colony in the east end, thankfully it is close and there WERE only three cats to do, so Lesley and I went and in November easily trapped two older kittens, but couldn't get the mom. Sue, the lovely woman who feeds, called me recently to say dad was showing up not able to use his front paw. Strangely dad looked eartipped, we were unable to trap him so we hauled up my handy dandy but heavy new trap, and managed after a few tries of sitting inside their house looking out the window to get dad. Smarty pants mom was not going in.
Dad went off to the vet and sure enough he wasn't neutered it must have been frostbite or a fight that caused his ear to look like that. They x-rayed, no break, so he got some anti-inflammatories and some bed rest, then neutered and back out after a week. He is still limping a bit but much better.
Meanwhile the trap will have to go back to the yard, Stubby hasn't been eating as well as usual and I want to get his teeth checked. I almost had him in a carrier but lost him, sigh. The other day I got him to eat a pouch of BFF, I was happy about that, but our boy has expensive tastes. Sometimes now I give the cats a bit of Fancy Feast too, nothing is too good for my ferals! Hopefully it makes up a bit for their hard lives. I do love to see the cats spill out of the trailer when we arrive, it's pretty toasty in there. Floppy is becoming increasingly friendly, he seemed wet last week and let me wipe him all over including his paws!