There is a never a quiet week in this racket. Lesley and I went out Monday for our last trapping before winter hits, we managed to get an older orange kitten and two six month old females. Time to put away the traps and focus on getting everyone through the cold weather.
Morris, who moved down the street to be on his own, is clearly putting on his winter weight!
But this week had true heartbreak, we found out that one of the colonies we have been feeding, is losing their home. For the last few years we have fed the six ferals in an abandoned yard, we had a feeding station and shelters all set up. Just this week we were told that the site will be developed any day. Sadly many nearby residents are very hostile to the cats, and we've only been able to place two shelters in a driveway and feed in front of a garage. I cried today when I had to remove their shelters from the yard, and we went back at dark to find them still huddled there. Sometimes I truly can't bear people's lack of compassion. I don't know what else to do for them, we've canvassed the neighbourhood and relocation isn't a good option. This is where my Gary Cooper is from, thank god we got him out before last winter, but he was the only friendly one, now he sleeps on a heated bed. I can't even think about the others being cold, I had nightmares last night.
Here Jackie and I are just a few weeks ago, getting the cats all set up for winter, I hope somehow they can survive without this....
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