Not very long ago, three tabby kittens were sighted behind my work-place. They appeared rarely, and never with an adult. Though they may have just reached the stage when they were beginning to explore, the theory was that they had been dumped by someone who knew there was a managed feral colony here.
I never saw them myself, and as they seemed reticent to show themselves, I did not raise my hopes that I could trap them. Tonight my hopes were raised. Meet Latigo…
Tomorrow, they will be accepted into a local rescue-group and sent to a near by city with greater potential for adoption than my own. Tonight they will spend in seclusion in my home; I will provide food and water, though I don’t know if they will accept them.
Latimer allowed his transfer from the trap to a carrier without much fuss. Latigo decided much fuss was more his style. He escaped the trap as we were making the transfer, avoided the carrier and evaded our grasp. Fortunately, we were operating in a closed room with few hiding spots. Latigo was collared, but not before biting both myself and my colleague. Latigo was quite upset at being in the trap in the first place, while his sibling took it with more stoicism, though probably no less fear; it was not really a surprise that he would fight.
I will setting the traps again tomorrow. I want to catch their brother (or sister), whom I’ve named Fizbin.
For now, all is quiet in the cosy apartment, and there are eight cats present, once again. My beasts are not making a scene over the newcomers. Perhaps they are growing accustomed to the transients I entertain. With faces like these, I could grow accustomed to them myself very swiftly.